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I am NOT John Kennedy, Part One

8/25/2020

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I was really reluctant to post this, as I know many will find my story impossible . . . I would have kept it secret, too, but this QaCON madness that I faked my death and was coming back to support donald trump forced my hand.

I know some people would find it strange and not understand how we did the switch nor why I chose “this particular body”. There is a story, always a story -- right . . . of how I settled on the body of Andrew Brewer, But first, the truth of what happened to “me”.

I was killed, along with my lovely wife and her sister, in a plane bound for Cape Cod to attend the wedding of one of my cousins. I always hired a secondary pilot to fly with me as I was still something of a novice pilot and had recently purchased a new, quicker plane and was not completely comfortable with the upgrade in power and performance.

What I didn’t know was that the pilot I hired was actually a former Air Force pilot who worked as a free lance hit man and because of my magazine, “George”, and the possibility that I might, at any time, throw my hat into the ring and run for the Senate in NY, powers “behind the scenes” decided I was a liability to their plans to infiltrate the government and so had the three of us killed; the pilot poisoned us and then parachuted out of the plane into the waiting arms of a small boat as our plane plunged into the Atlantic, killing us instantly.

Truth be told, Death is a kind of a strange experience. There were guides there waiting for us, including my baby brother, Patrick, and Mom and Dad. Mom took me aside and said that I had to return but my body had been disfigured in the crash and there was no body in which, now, to return.

But my mother had a plan.

And that is why (and how) I came to inhabit the body of Andrew Brewer, a man (at the time) dealing with serious depression and unhappy in both his work and in his marriage. He wanted to die but was unwilling to abandon his young daughter. His main concern was her welfare -- and when, in dreams and channeled visions . . . this was, after all, a man who had been a nationally televised psychic in his 30’s . . . the story was presented to him, he agreed, reluctantly, at first, but when the entire story was “explained” to him, he left his body in the middle of the night and MY spirit moved in.
Many of you, no doubt, have read stories of people with heart transplants who suddenly want jalapenos and mint chocolate ice cream for breakfast or who decide to take up sky diving as a 56 year old; the cells of the body have memories and so, too, the body of Andrew Brewer was filled with memories but it was my “consciousness” that was now in control.

Which brings me to today -- and why I am choosing to tell my story, due to the imposter, Vincent Fucksya, being sold to (and by) QaCON followers as me.

There are many similarities and odd synchronicities between Andrew’s life and my own.

For one thing, our mothers are both named Jacqueline. And, to get even freakier, my birthday, November 25, 1960 is his mother’s 35th birthday; she was born November 25, 1925.

The number 35 is also the age in which an American can be president . . . and my father, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, was elected the month I was born to be President of the United States and he was, in fact, our 35th President.

We also have incredible Astrological synastry . . . I am not going to, at this stage, get into that too much as I am not actually an astrologer, but I have been assured that the synastry is quite significant. My only retrograde planet was Mars at 18 degrees Cancer. Andrew’s natal Mars (like mine in our 11th House) squared this, at 16 degrees Aries. He was a much more natural athlete than I and as sports was always a passion, acquiring the body of a naturally athletic man was a bonus.

Each of us have Pluto parked in quite precarious positions in our natal charts, me just three degrees from the ascendant in the 12th House, Andrew only one degree from exactly conjuncting his 4th House cusp at the very bottom of his chart. Themes of death and rebirth play out prominently for each of us.

We each have Mercury as the rulers of our chart; he has a tight opposition between Mercury at 28 Aquarius and Pluto at 25 Leo; this mirrors my opposition between the Moon and Chiron at 27 Aquarius and Uranus at 25 Leo. We each have Venus in Capricorn and my natal Jupiter at 5 Capricorn conjuncts his North Node at 4 Capricorn and his Mars forms a tight T-Square between my natal opposition of Mars and Saturn. These are just a few examples of how closely our charts “intersect”.

So, we are astrologically “in sync”.

We also looked alike, quite a bit alike, as well.

I am including a few photos to show the similarities. He also looks quite a bit look like my lovely mother, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis . . . and there is a very important reason for that physical similarity, which I will explain.
Some of you may be believers in the concept of Reincarnation; perhaps many of you do not, but for those who do (and as someone who died and returned, I can assure you it is TRUE), you may also have heard of the theory of multiple concurrent lifetimes -- basically, “split souls”.

Andrew Brewer was one of those people who lived in concurrent lifetimes. He actually lived three (3) lifetimes simultaneously. In 1935, for example, he lived a life as an Italian racing driver, Achille Varzi, a German actor, Ernst Hofmann, and a young girl who would one day be seen as American royalty. Because the reason I could “use” the body of Andrew Brewer was because he is a split incarnation (in this third lane) with my mother !!!!

Before my mother was born in 1929, her previous lifetime in that “line” of succession was as Queen Alexandra of England, the Danish princess who was married to King Edward VII. Like my mother, Alexandra was a stunningly beautiful woman and was seen, in her day, as a fashion icon, as my mother would be 75 years later. Alexandra died on November 20, 1925, just a few days before Andrew’s mother’s birth. Andrew’s mother was born November 25, 1925 and my mother was born July 28, 1929.

In my previous incarnation, I was King George VI of England, the father of the current English Queen, Elizabeth II and the grandson of Queen Alexandra !!! I died, as George VI, on February 6, 1952, which just happens to be Andrew’s birthday, although he was born three years later, in 1955. More and more “code words and dates” to further support the truth of my claims.

Andrew’s father died at age 56. There are 56 years between the election of my father (1960) and the current president (2016). QaCONs posit that we were friends but to my family, people like the trumps were basically “white trash” and this huckster was constantly trying to ingratiate himself into the inner circle of the First Families of New York. I am diametrically opposed to him in every way. One more additional mathematical anomaly -- because God speaks in numbers and the QaCONs look for secret formulas to justify their inane and borderline insane “theories” . . . in 1921, the year Andrew’s father was born, a corrupt president took office named Warren Harding. Harding was from the state of Ohio, Andrew’s home state.

Ninety-nine (99) years later the most corrupt president in history is finishing his term in office. He is from my home state of New York.

Many may find my story “far fetched”. But is it any more outlandish than the madness presented by QaCON believers, not just the ridiculous claims of Mr. Vincent Fucksya. In psychic Brian Hunter’s wonderful book, “The Walk-In: A True Hollywood Story”, he discusses how this actually works.

Perhaps I have written this as a satire, a parody. Perhaps I have zero faith in anything I am saying or perhaps pieces of my narrative are true and others outright lies. Is this any different, though, than what happens with QaCON?

In this modern age, not really Post-Modern or even, as some have speculated, Post-Human . . . but, in truth our age is the Age of Post-Reality . . . can we take any truth any more as #true?

Have I taken over Andrew Brewer, in more than just a passing fancy of his “unusual turn of mind”, or did I, in 1999, simply “walk in” to his physical body and live on so that I might, now, in these dark times, push back against the QaCON lie that I faked my death (no, it was all TOO REAL) in order to support a man and an ideal which are personally loathsome to me.

Is this note all a lie, an elaborate HOAX?

God speaks in numbers and I leave you with my numbers and photos (which I will post in the comments) and let you be “the judge” of what is TRUE.
Addendum: The “Morning After Pill”

All of this is a lie; I made it all up, primarily, to entertain myself and, as a secondary bonus, it gives me an opportunity to poke fun at people (the QaCON “faithful”) upon whom I look with disdain as intellectual lightweights and borderline idiots.

I have no idea what inspired me to choose Queen Alexandra as the “past life” preceding Jacqueline, nor why, exactly, I would choose to add this element to the story. Was George VI reborn as John Kennedy, Jr. ?? I have no idea.

I did none of my normal “due diligence” to test drive past life matches, either. These people just popped in my head -- but, hey, I am a world famous psychic, noted for having things “pop in my head” . . . and the dates clicked and when I did a photo overlay with Jacqueline, first, and then Alexandra, I thought “wt fuck”, let’s roll.
However, perhaps what I am doing now is an additional sleight of hand, diverting you, gentle reader, with another lie in hopes that you will take these lies and arrange them yourself into a personal “revealed” truth, an ontological game in which we can both play and create our own, take home, versions of what is true.
I provide board pieces and you, my little internet pals, will build the board and we will play side by side and my truth will be your truth and your truth will be mine and the reality we create will supersede the mundane banality of those without “eyes to see”.

Perhaps what I am doing is creating a shell of fakery in which I can bury nuggets of truth, dangerous truth. Like the truth that JFK, Jr was killed and his plane sabotaged in order to eliminate a potentially dangerous witness to someone else’s deceit.
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When this happened, Bill Clinton was President and the Senate seat in 2000 went to Hillary Rodham Clinton. Now we have the Clintons as players on the scene; does this suddenly change the course of my narrative and do you now, gentle reader, begin to embrace all the mad hatter elements of my story because you are looking for any dark stain in the fabric of their lives you can find in order to discredit them, paralleling the abusive patterns most of you exhibit in “real life” of trying to shut up the ones you abuse?

Will a new mad plot twist that might tie the Clintons to dirty dealing now, suddenly, change the game and is your openness to all the other plot points greater, as a result?

If so, then one might speculate that you have a preset “agenda” and are simply looking for any wild hair available with which to weave a new toupee to cover your baldness.

Let’s play another game: Vietnam and the invasion of Iraq.

Was my father, (I’m John, again -- or was I always John), murdered so that key players in the military-industrial complex could rev up the heat in the Vietnam War . . . plenty of good money to be made selling the Army the “tools of the trade”, right ??

And was I murdered so that the Neo-Cons could do the same thing 40 years later and have a clear path to making war and all the lovely money that comes along with it. Both times, the state of Texas plays a key role . . . were Texas Oil Men the players who plotted my father’s death? Was Vice-President Lyndon Johnson part of the plot to murder my father? And, if so, were other people “in the government” in on it, part of some “deep state” to suppress the truth and eliminate a dangerous, popular voice from shining a light in secret chambers?

And, in 2003, Texas once more plays a key role with the no-bid contracts awarded to Haliburton by VP Cheney . . . whenever there is a Vice-President from Texas, evidently the fuckery quotient is ready to start kickn; can you see the “pattern”, gentle reader?

Is it now, you and me, secretly drawing back the curtains, like Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys; will we find the answers, the two of us, the adults are simply too dense and ill-prepared to recognize?

Questions, always questions, red bill, blue pill, no pill, straight into the vein . . . what is your drug of choice, gentle reader -- or might I now call you “team mate” or (better still) “fellow initiate” ??

Am I John F. Kennedy, Jr, a “walk in” alien from another world? Is Andrew Brewer a lunatic -- certainly one could find ample evidence to support THIS !!

How does one know the truth when the truth is a dangerous commodity and lies are everywhere you look?

This is all a lie and as Marcus the Cretan said, “all Cretans are liars”.

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Andrew Brewer (1955 - 1999) and Queen Alexandra (1844 - 1925)
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(L) My mother and Andrew Brewer; (R) The two Jacquelines

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My Astrology Chart next to Andrew's
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