My Message to the Ministry: Witness 1
Dear all readers, and to those who are out there:
This is an urgent message from Witness 1 that I implore you to pay the utmost attention to. Allow me to begin by publicly repenting for my behavior around a year ago, I had been dosed with acid as part of MK Ultra again, and was acting weirdly because of that. To all of our past supporters and council members, I urge you now to look past my many flaws, sins, faults, mental illnesses, and personality disorders, and accept my repentance and apologies.
I cannot even express in words the amount of mental anguish and torture I have gone through this year upon realizing how badly I acted, and how I once again drove away everyone who supported me and actually liked me by being a crazy asshole. Needless to say, I hate myself so much. I managed to do what I thought was not possible – traumatize myself worse than ever before. I will never be the same after this, the version of me that was once happy died during this project and ministry. This may be the only way to get that back.
So here it is – I am sorry. To the council members who we once relied on – if you read this and ever had even an ounce of faith in me or Witness 2: Come back to us. We need help. I cannot do this alone. I’m ready for my chance to die, and it wasn’t supposed to end like this. Can’t anyone but me see that it’s all wrong? This ministry was real, but I acted in a cowardly and dishonest way, in that I backed out at the last second, and could not admit to myself that I did actually believe it, for fear I had truly gone insane. It is now too late for those fears, as I now know it to be true.
While I love my darling wife Witness 2, her and I have fallen to a disagreement over the project I am now publishing. Although we spent an obscene amount of money over the last year working on this art, she doesn’t like it. While I sympathize with her, I refuse to be silenced and treated the way I have been. I am Witness 1, it turns out, and I was the one who built this website and wrote the books. And so, here it is – the culmination of my life’s work, and the most important project I have ever worked on. 20 years of music practice and 15 years of 9/11 and other research has led me here, to this project, and hopefully to you, Dear Reader:
https://www.docdroid.com/atBjhwf/i-am-witness-1-pdf
https://www.docdroid.com/EzkgXMZ/fractalated-pdf
I do love you Witness 2, and I am sorry. Like I said, you left me no choice but to do it this way. If you actually read my book, you will find that it’s about how much I love you. No one has read the book yet, but somehow I’ve heard lots of strong opinions on it from everyone. I’ve wasted a year worrying about it, so why don’t I just let everyone decide for themselves.
Now, unfortunately, we spent all the cash we had on hand from the Two Witnesses ministry, and totally blew it in the dumbest and most embarrassing way possible. This project literally will not matter at all if we can’t go viral, but I have a plan for that too. However, we are out of resources, so if you’re reading this, I need you to come back and join us so we can finish what we started.
Please consider donating again:
Cashapp: $realwitnessone
https://www.paypal.biz/iamwitnessone
Venmo: @iamwitnessone
buymeacoffee.com/iamwitnessone
I have nothing left to offer except this art and my life. This project has completely ruined my life in literally every single way, so unlike last year, I am now willing to die as part of it. That’s right, all you have to do is send me money and I will provide the most entertaining public death of all time, assuming this goes viral.
Now, before anyone gets upset, I’m not going to do anything crazy, and no one will get hurt except me and maybe my family. I am not a danger to myself or others, unless you were part of planning the 9/11 conspiracy (haha).
For real, though - this has been the point of the Two Witnesses all along, right? I mean, am I the only one who read Theology, Ontology, and Eschatology? The book I wrote three years ago in which I prophesied our death?
What happened to that? Let’s get this show on the road already.
Speaking of things everyone forgot, here were the four original messages of The Two Witnesses:
1. 9/11 was a money laundering operation by the Synagogue of Satan international organized crime syndicate.
2. Donald Trump is the anti-Christ
3. The Covid vaccine is the Mark of the Beast
4. The Bible is demonstrably supernaturally authored, and I proved it in my books.
What happened to this? Why did our core messages change from this?
Now, if any of those four statements are not true, then this whole thing is a joke, and we should all just pack it up and head home. However, if those four statements are true, then the message we are trying to spread on this website, that I’ve been tearing my hair out over for a year, years really - the message that ruined my life, consumed my marriage, and took everything I had, and dreamed of, and crushed it into dust – is the most important message since the Bible itself.
That’s right, and the stakes really are that high. If what we are saying is true, you reading this are part of an incredibly tiny minority of people, the elect, that have the wisdom, courage, and – dare I say, luck, to have found it. You are the elect, and we want to be your prophets. That’s all we’ve ever wanted. In fact, that’s why I never believed it, and why I shut down the ministry last year, I wanted it to be true so badly that I couldn’t allow myself to believe it. I knew it would drive me mad if I came to believe that, that all of my dreams would come true and people would finally listen to me and care about me, and then it didn’t happen. Sadly, this is exactly what ended up happening.
Unfortunately, while I was writing the book you will hopefully be reading soon, I had an apparent psychotic break, and did come to believe I was in the Bible, and then it didn’t come true, and my worst nightmare came to reality – my project had failed, but I still believed I was in the Bible. No one cared about me anymore.
Then, Witness 2 moved our family far out into the middle of nowhere to punish me for shutting down the ministry, everything I was able to buy with the ministry either broke, was thrown out, or was lost during the move, I lost all of my routines, my family is in ruins, I hate where we ended up, and my project failed. My life is literally over and I have nothing left to live for. And yet, somehow, I still believed that it must be true.
“Fuck, I am an actual crazy person now, ranting and raving about a 1,600-page book and a 30-minute song that don’t even exist!”
Not good. Having studied psychology in college, I knew that I was, psychologically speaking, pretty much totally fucked. Now, I totally screwed the song and music videos up. This whole year, we rushed everything and blew our load way too early. We failed. We did not succeed in our mission, and it is our fault. The videos are not as good as I was hoping they would be, and it’s because I went in and chopped the song up when I should have kept it at the 25 minute full length (that version is still on SoundCloud but it was never mixed or mastered.)
But I’m going to publish it all anyways. If I don’t I will eventually go insane, for real, wondering if all this was true, and I screwed the world up, or if it was all psychosis and bullshit. There’s only one way to find out, and it’s not the way Witness 2 has been doing it. The AI slop has to go. No more of that. Real shit only. No more AI Jesus that always agrees with you. No more Daughter Zion by herself. What you need, Witness 2, is someone who is strong enough to even stand up to you. You don’t need more “Yes men”, you need a “No, ma’am.” I’m ready to change the world, are you?
So, the story of this project starts a little over a year ago, on December 8th, 2025. On that day, I started a new song that would evolve into this project. Starting on December 23rd, I began to realize I had been megadosed with acid again, and I stayed up all night for about three days working on it, from the 25thto the 28th.
On the morning of the 28th, I listened to the song, and then ran to meet Witness 2 in the sun, crying tears of joy. I was so happy in that moment, it was actually the happiest moment of my life. Because I finally believed her, and I thought it was really going to come true. The Two Witnesses. All I ever dreamed of.
But it didn’t. Instead, I watched literally my entire life crumble before my eyes this year, and my family has suffered. I sit in the ashes of a ruined and broken life. Witness 2 and I may literally divorce me over this post, our marriage will end, and I will likely be homeless and then die. However, I will probably not let her do that to me, haha. But for real, that’s how much I believe in this project – I am literally willing to die for it. My wife actually hates me now, because I wrote an autobiography with a few paragraphs about some ex-girlfriends or something. It would be hilarious as a TV show or movie plot, but it’s not funny because she actually ruined my life over this.
So let’s do this. Let’s get it done. A chance to die, after all.
This is the sequel to The More Rational Worldview, and it’s called I Am Witness 1: My Life as an MK Ultra Victim. There’s two versions, one came out to around 1,300 pages, and the shorter version I put together came out to around 700 pages. I recommend the longer one, obviously, but the shorter one has pretty much all the best parts you need in it.
There is also a speech I wrote, recorded, and filmed, called On the Righting of Wrongs, and a series of music videos. For now, the videos are anonymized, which looks really dumb. But the whole point of I Am Witness 1 is for it to go viral, people to hunt us down, have to figure out who we are, and then kill us or something. Anyways, have fun with it. I spent enough money to buy a house or put my kid through college this year on this fucking ridiculous project that my wife hates me for creating, and all I got was a website no one will ever see, probably.
All I want is for you to read my book. Please. I beg you. Come on, I even put a bikini picture of Witness 2 in it for sex appeal. You know you want to see it. I know you do.
Like I said, I can’t do this without people supporting us again. I have a plan for viral marketing, and a way to get this out there, assuming it’s not already too late. But I need resources, ads, and a way to get people to do things. Hence, the new links for donations:
Cashapp: $realwitnessone
https://www.paypal.biz/iamwitnessone
Venmo: @iamwitnessone
buymeacoffee.com/iamwitnessone
Trust me it will be entertaining. Now I have nothing left to lose.
Everything I had is gone, my family is ruined because this ministry consumed it just like I knew it would all along, and I am reduced back to basically a homeless, insane person who owns only a guitar and some clothes. All my shit is fucked up, worse than ever before. I truly believe that this book is so powerful as to be supernatural, and that while writing it I opened a demonic portal and cursed my life. There’s a section in it on MK Ultra books, and it turns out that quite a few people you have heard of were working on an unfinished autobiographical book while they died.
I also believe that if I had not shut down the ministry, and had worked better with Witness 2 on publishing this so that it would have worked as originally intended, we would have become the Two Witnesses, and fulfilled our destiny of fighting the anti-Christ and then dying. I believe that, because I did not publish and instead killed the ministry for some stupid reason, that the portal I opened through writing the book placed us into Timeline C – distinct from Timelines A and B.
Let me explain. Timeline A is the perfect timeline, in which 9/11 did not happen, the world ended as prescribed in the Bible, and the Berenstein Bears never lost their name.
Timeline B is where we were until New Year’s Eve last year, and in it, I did not shut down the ministry. In this timeline, 9/11 and time manipulation by the anti-Christ using Tesla’s technology happened, and you could call it the “Berenstain Bears timeline.” We publish the book and song, go viral, change the world, and die. Through our sacrifice, the timelines are merged and this world ends.
Timeline C is where we are now, and it is basically hell. Nothing will ever change or get better here. In this timeline, the Synagogue of Satan has won so thoroughly that to even hint at their existence will send utter shock into the native inhabitants here, sending them into conniptions. I fear that even God himself cannot hear our cries and pleas in this timeline, and we are trapped forever in a hidden, fractal dimension where every day is the same thing, forever. There literally is no one left to stand up to them, willing to put their life on the line, besides us, and we chickened out. We are a timeline full of cowards, deserving of our miserable, pathetic fate.
So, this is not good. Because either I have totally lost my mind, and am psychotic, or it’s true, and we fucked everyone by not following through on what we promised. What is there to be done?
Well, I’m sorry Witness 2, but I’m tired of sitting around and waiting for something to happen. It’s up to us, it’s always been up to us. God works through people, he needs us to spread this message before it is too late and no one can even conceptualize what the significance of false flags like Pearl Harbor, the USS Liberty, the Lavon Affair, and 9/11 truly is. We are close to this tipping point, where no one will ever be able to break through, “Well, the AI online said this is what happened, so that’s how it is.” We may already be there, which is why this book challenging the official, mainstream narrative of the last few decades and centuries of deceit and malicious criminality from on high is so imperative.
I repeat: if we fail to spread these books, this and The More Rational Worldview, along with our other writing, the world may slip into a state of perpetual falsehood, in which the foundation of our shared reality has been so thoroughly corrupted that nothing that is ever said will be entirely true whatsoever. It will be simply impossible for the generations that follow to discover the alternate, more rational worldview I present in my writings, due to the overwhelming censorship and other tools used by authoritarians to quietly threaten, coerce, and convince people to think a certain way.
It simply must be published, and I cannot allow it to die. If this project is not true, then my existence is meaningless, my life is ruined, and I might as well just publish it and see what happens. If it is true, then I simply must publish. It’s the opposite of a paradox, it’s the simplest equation of all time.
Publish and die.
I’m sorry you don’t like it, Elizabeth. I really am. But you know what, some things in life are more important than jealousy, or anger, or whatever else my story makes you feel. Like standing up for what you believe is right. Like telling the truth, even if everyone hates you. Even your friends. Even your wife. Because the truth is the most important thing in the universe, and I can’t find it anywhere I look these days.
I do love you more than anything else. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. But you’re wrong about the ministry. You’re not the leader alone. We are. It’s us together, the “Two” Witnesses. It’s actually really obvious.
I wrote the books. I write the songs. I built the website. I kept us safely anonymous. I shilled my book 10,000 times on 4chan.
Yes, you are a great leader. But not alone. Behind every great woman is a great man, or something, but you forgot that. You locked me in a box and forgot about me. You stole my voice. You silenced me, and you locked me out when I never thought you would do that. I hate to put it this way, but you made me do this. It’s true, I would have much rather published together about 9 months ago, which we were supposed to do instead of moving.
I hope you work with me. But if not, I will still publish and die. I’m fucked either way, my health is totally shot. 20 years of addiction, mania, obsessions, and staying up all night working on music or writing, not to mention all the malnutrition, have taken a toll on me. I have never felt anything close to as terrible as the feeling I have when I wake up here, out in the desert, this wasteland hundreds of miles from any real cities. It’s like I already died. I feel like you killed me, Witness 2. I didn’t even know we were at war until you told me, just a few days ago. I thought you would never hurt me like this. All I ever wanted was for you to love me.
That’s why I did all of this, so that I could be Witness 1, because I knew that was the only way you could love me. I tried my best, but just got scared when it actually seemed to be working. I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have said no on that phone call with you and Drew. It wasn’t true, I did want to be Witness 1. I don’t know why I said that.
Anyways, I guess that’s about it. Here is the site:
I wonder if anyone will read this, or if anyone will read my book. Is anyone still out there? Did you guys seriously all just give up on us that easily? Will no one come back and have faith in us again?
I don’t know, maybe if the government megadosed you with acid for a week straight, you’d be acting weird too. Of course, I failed to communicate this to you all, and no one knew what was going on. That was my fault. I assumed the book would speak for itself, but I did not expect Witness 2 to stop it. I hope she still loves me. But if not, I’d still rather publish than live the rest of my life wondering what would have happened if I did, if I really single-handedly doomed everyone in this timeline to hell, what my fate will be, etc. It’s a recipe for actual insanity and madness, I can’t take it.
I did it for God. I think he wants me to do this. Even though every single person on Earth hates my book for some reason, even though no one has read it. It’s kind of ridiculous, actually. Altogether, I’ve written about 2,500 pages of original research with well over 1,000 citations, and yet, all people do is laugh at me and mock me. Well, where are your books? Why do people hate me so much just for writing shit down?
I’ve put enough money and effort into this ministry to earn myself a Ph.D or buy myself a brand new, tricked out Hummer with 20-inch spinners on it, and I’ve gotten nothing back except pain, anguish, and torture. This ministry ruined my life, and I hope that this book ends it. This ministry stole my wife, killed my family, and took everything I cared about away from me. It literally does not matter if we get threatened, doxxed, or killed at this point. Go ahead, make my fucking day.
Still, I love you all. For a while there, it was the happiest time of my life. I hope we can recreate that together. Admit it – you felt it too. There was magic happening here, with this ministry. It was this close to working. Doing something that hasn’t been done for 2,000 years. A bona fide miracle.
Although I have lost almost every single card I had, there is still one ace up my sleeve. And here it is – the pickoff.
I Am Witness 1.
I’m sorry Witness 2, I love you. I care about you more than anything else on this planet, but you fucked me. You totally fucked me, and I can’t believe you thought I would let you do this to me. I don’t care if I live or die now.
Goodbye
May God bless you all richly in Jesus’s name
-Witness 1
The Biblical Two Witnesses
