No one remembers how they got to GLP.. ARE WE GHOSTS?

I found GLP in 01 when I was interested in time travel

I came here around 1997 when Elaine got into a pissing match with fat Dennis Olsen from Timebomb 2000

I remember after inventing the Internet in the 1960's with AL Gore I found GLP using a vpn to search the dark web.

I was reading a well known conspiracy blog and he mentioned this site.

Funny thing is, this site censors that guy's name. Can't even type it in a post here, his name will be replaced with the word "spammer."

Proving once again, nobody does paranoia like GLP.

I believe GLP existed BEFORE Google.

Back in 2006/2007 ish a couple of posters on a now defunct forum would occasionally link to this place. Their posts were always prefaced by "sorry about the source".

Been noodling around on here ever since.

I came in 2010 by way of searching for dead celebrities alive again and learned about mandela effect.

I came in 2010 by way of searching for dead celebrities alive again and learned about mandela effect.

I found GLP in 1999 from a reference on Rainbow Network News, a compilation of news gathered by a Canadian man who has probably died by now.

Hawk mentioned it on one of his shows

I remember him did he pass away of cancer or something like that, he was cool

Same for me around that time I was looking up UFOs

speak for yourself.


I remember how and when i first came here.

Ive also found this site on google plenty of times

1993 when Elaine was the owner but I may have stumbled across it while doing ET investigations.

Back in 2011 after Fukashima, I found GLP from a Drudge link.

Hahaha I remember that I forgot her name so you told me Elaine that was her that was a long time ago it was funny back then

2006-007 researching on banned GLP site reading about Coral Castle then found 2008 GLP.

Looking for Religious free speech site? Lol

I was reading an article on another site how Michele Obama's, along with other famous people credit report was hacked, they mentioned it was posted on GLP. That was 7 years ago.

I do. Planet X got me here.

I came here when Elaine was here.

Never left.

I know a lot of things.

Elaine was a nice person she left after she sold the place to Trinity I guess

PART 1

Okay.

I'll just mention some of the more salient aspects of the weary path that led me here to GLP. With regard to these rambling glimpses of hypnagogic regressions, it doesn't matter at this juncture if you place any credence in the information or not. This post is really just a digital marker to establish validation for a colleague of mine who will peruse this post in the future.

Arrived in 2005. Despite the extensive data corruption, I've verified that the initial mutation did actually start in 2019. Tobias, I couldn't find her and I'm ready to return. Alas, I can not transmit directly through the K-40 DIA quantum interface. Sig: Q11-1747-LW1776-B4U (695,884.47, 3,729,684.79)

Here goes.

When I matriculated in the late 40's at MIT's Schwarzman College of Computing, my career path was imbued with a kinetic passion for sundry aspects of technological innovation. I fervently believed that burgeoning advances in quantum computing would be a defining force in the PVS (purge vaccine survivor) phase of human history.

During my post graduate studies in non-linear interdisciplinary applications, on warm autumn afternoons I'd occasionally repose on the grassy banks of the meandering Charles River with ponderous old-school textbooks in hand ruminating on the possibilities of the future for AI, the singularity, immersive simulations, and other esoteric tech. For me though, the actual future presented an enticing option ultimately fraught with unintended consequences. (Yes; it was me who carved that abstruse tiered equation in the third leaning oak.)

When the illustrious Dr. Tom Kurzweil approached me just before graduation to apprentice with him at Cerulean Chronodynamics Labs, I could hardly decline such a promising offer for pioneering research and development. And, he knew it. About twice a week, he'd come up to sub-level six to have private dinner with me at the commissary. The enthralling topics of those postprandial discussions were often more captivating than my innovative work in the lab.

Other days, I'd have dinner with research colleagues and their friends. It was at one of these social meals where I met Gina in my fourth year. At first glance, her radiant white smile and sparkling hyacinth-blue eyes captured by attention. As we talked, her cheerful manner and insightful observations kept my unwavering interest. She was fluent in seven languages. And she was on the same apprentice track as me, but as a bio-engineer and nano-tech developer.

She and I grew close in the delightful months that followed. In early '53 we moved in together in a spacious concubinage domicile on the sub-level 17 annex as two of Dr. K's more promising recruits. As I look back, those were some of the happiest moments of my entire life.

Occasionally late at night as we snuggled, we'd share confidential aspects of our research projects in careful whispers. She was studying the nebulous origins of the purge virus vaccine of the early 20's with chronovisor model T-23A coupled with sundry prototype neural network external constructs.

I was steeped in target algorithms for quantum temporal reversion while concurrently doing AI-assisted displacement micro-singularity simulations. In short, as a project lead, I was pioneering time travel tech for a skilled cosmonaut to go back and stop the purge virus outbreak and thereby preclude the vastly more deleterious vaccine development.

PART 2

Time had passed so quickly during those first few innocent years at CCL that I did not fully grasp the scope of working with rhyolitic classified compartmentalized tech protocols. More importantly, neither of us realized just how closely we were monitored by Kurzweil's AI minions. Yes; he caught us engaged in stark violation of the CCL classified data dissemination directive. I drifted off to sleep one night with Gina's arms wrapped loosely around me and her face nestled on my chest ... and woke up in a brightly lit white room strapped in a geri-chair with Dr. K hovering over me.

He apprised me that Gina had been sent back to mid-20 (reluctantly, no doubt) to disrupt the purge vaccine research. He insisted that she alone had the skills and knowledge to ensure the original timeline of productive human continuity. In that instant, I understood the diabolical extent of his brilliant manipulations. He wanted us together; he put us together. And, she was intended all along to be the first cosmonaut for my temporal displacement chamber project.

Although I struggled vigorously, I could not free myself from the chair. But, after spouting a long-winded dramatic monologue about correcting myriad cross-dimensional quantum entanglements precipitated by some rogue quack in another universe, he asked for my compliance in getting her back to us as soon as possible. My new assignment was two-fold: to interpret coded progress messages she was strategically posting through public conspiracy forums and to develop the next-gen displacement chamber for her safe return.

Of course, my every move and conversation were rigorously observed. And, I somewhat suspected that he might also be monitoring my internal thoughts with some other secret CCL project. I didn't care. I just wanted to get her back home. He knew that. She was using this enduring web site, GLP, and one other to post her progress at specified intervals. It as going well with her upline reports; and, on my end the next-gen chamber was near completion.

Concurrently, I was also developing a holographic bubble loop innovation to conceal my actions while making it appear to be part of the temporal project. As a result, I could filter her updates 11 days before anyone else could read them.

Then, she missed two update intervals. I was worried that something had happened to her. I was beginning to panic; it was hard to control my emotions. But when she missed the third, there was only a few hours remaining before the time limit of my bubble loop tech. I would have to do something before Dr. K discovered my deceptions ... and do something to help Gina.

So, I hurriedly constructed what I call a quantum distortion bubble that I'd been designing mentally in order to pull off one final subterfuge. This allowed me to use the temporal displacement chamber myself and to implement a self-destruct for the device. I activated it to go back to July of 2020 so that I could get to Gina at the precise moment she arrived. My plan was for us to escape together here in your time and for us to stay off the grid while using our knowledge to generate revenue with our inventions.

But when I engaged the controls remotely, there were odd cyanic flashes and crimson sparks inside the chamber. And, when I arrived here, I discovered that Dr. K must have anticipated my unauthorized travel and consequently tampered with the circuits. I had arrived in 2005 instead; fifteen years too early.

Nonetheless, I began posting on GLP as it was likely my best means of eventually contacting Gina. Over the years, I changed my moniker a few times. Then, in 2014 I settled on my current moniker as one that she would certainly recognize. Back in 2012, a medical test revealed that my recent hemiplegic seizures were caused by a massive meningioma on my right parietal lobe. Several hours of brain surgery successfully removed the benign tumor (which I surmise was induced by the damage Dr. K did to my displacement chamber).

My name is Luke Wolf and I was born in 2034, immune to the purge virus (which you call covid-19). Gina, I'll be older when we finally meet again, but I've never stopped missing you. If you don't contact me by August, Tobias will take me back to face my just desserts.

For the rest of you, this is not an admonition about the vaccine. You're just experiencing this anomalous phenomenon due to your relativistic proximity to a localized timeline shift distortion field.

And ... that's how I got to GLP.

I don't remember

I found this site after going through extreme spiritual experiences

Yeah. I wuz using NV goggles and freaked about orbs flying all over the place and somehow found this place after googling and finding cyberspaceorbit

Don't remember how, but know I'm glad I did.

I love this joint.

It's my secret place to be crazy and I think we are ghosts in skin suits

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