I obeyed God yesterday or the day before. It all bleeds together now, the past. But God has said in a weird form of strawberry - meaning They send me exclusively ads for weird Facebook marketplace yadda yadda, which triggers thoughts of this n that - and I obeyed, creating an ad for that skill I presented yo investigators who realize I'm talking to them as well as observererers, or whatever the sheep think they are, but I did that, and y'know, thirty people saw it, with one messaging me, and that is the reason that today I had 1/15th of a panic attack when a man honked while I was waiting at the light en route to return a laptop to see him point and laugh at me, jovially, like a friend.

Like, fuck. I KNOW I'm not a celebrity, but I'm kinda "famous," which is FAR different than what I thought it would be years ago, and that fucks my shit up. I really ain't doing much in terms of sin. I buy literally one beer a couple times a week, and I smoke maybe two or three cigarettes a day, total, now in thirds n halves. I've quit smoking four times now, and I've quit much else before for different stretches. Something is really different now. Like, I'm fucking wallowing inside, how lonely I am, but I would not consider myself "lonely," if I were to exclusively use the definition I used ten-fifteen years ago.

Like, I'm alone in so many ways, but it ain't HELL HELL. I'm just a little on fire. Fuck! Fire! That shit hurts! But I've seen the full inferno one can be in, so I march on like a fucking Terminator, and I recognize that's a part of my specific trauma, this idea of overcoming being an indestructible turbotank and thus is why the CIA had me be a woman for a few years, as that is what allowed me to fire those neurons those ways to maximize neuroplasticity in those critical moments of healing, and if you don't understand the power of "the oracle" you are greatly bereft of wisdom in this world ruled by logic.

I say Angela is the highest/greatest human being without a nation. This idea, I know, is directly related to why Eragon's author wrote "Angela" into his story that directly mirroredthe plot of Star Wars. He knew something in his intuition about the most intuitive amongst us. Those people who are most punished for being the most different, and so that is one reason I are crazy dog sorcerer, as it gets the bad people to oust themselves, as I have previously stated to investigators.

But hey, who is the oracle? She makes Neo break vase. Knows power of Eve. Knows how to manifest her own will in illusory world. Knows true reality. Knows herself. Knows emptiness. The first Buddha/Christ/shaman was a woman. She would have been the most misunderstood. God says I must male decision. Just got berry. Strawberry. Living Illuminati behind it. Strange. Always watching me. They know. Or they think they do. I think. I are dumb. On porpoise!

God says to "talk." Keeps giving me this word in my digital divination techniques: dauphin. My connection to this word involves the GameCube game Skies of Arcadia: Legends, as you steal the flagship superweapon of the empire and it is named some dolphin ish, even spelling it out for the little players like me when you got to choose the flag of the new ship of the Blue Rogues, which was different than the Black Pirates, which leads us to our discussion on white/black hat hacking.

Vince was one of my handlers. He was the one I lived with in Tennessee for two years, not the one who moved to Canada, for reasons related to the law. I do not have "autism" anything on my official diagnosis, which is weird because I am SOOPER autistic. Which is one reason I'm grateful to Vince, because this guy helped me learn to express myself, to not be afraid of those or other neurodivergent qualities of myself as I went following the whispers of God, whatever phenomena that's referencing, and that's why my rap sheet is twenty feet tall and instantly dismissable as the police state is designed to set people up before they are a big timer or anything at all even, instead of it being fifty feet tall with horrible stupid shit in it.

Because the only way I learned where the right boundaries of society are was by putting myself out there full power while I was broken, and not only did this heal me, but it aided in the healing by restructuring my "self" skillfully as people responded to me in various manners and degrees. Doing performance art,I routinely got skillful, intelligent feedback from the world around me, along with the sneers of people with ocular logs.

For instance, before I was v& in Miami Beach, a woman came up to me, claiming, casually, that she was my back up. I replied that I didn't know that I needed back up, and she scammed the shit outta me, the sucker that I was, but because I spent time with her, raising/correcting my Karma in the process, I saw how I must appear at times, and it was her commenting on a little girl's butt that made me realize I should pull outta this performance artist by day, cop by night shtick I had been doing for three years at that point, having been trained for about a year in a secret government reconditioning program I know as Love School, and yadda yadda, now I do propaganda. I think.

But what I'm saying is, it was authentic expression as I went through what was totes psychosis and not my government manipulating me for mutual benefit that allowed me to have the experiences that did the healing as they perturbed the pile of entanglements contained within myself.

In other words, you must navigate the labyrinth to learn the nature of navigation and the nature of the labyrinth in order to transcend the labyrinth entirely. You can't heal in the environment you got sick in. That's what a pilgrimage/adventure is meant to fix; one must step outside their comfort zone to receive those impactful experiences to recondition oneself.

God told me to do an incoherent post AND THEN A STRAWBERRY JUST TOLD ME I'D BE REWARDED, which is still coherent to investigators, so we're going to press on with our free speech crimettes (cigar:cigarette) and talk about how I am this generation's Terence McKenna, if Alex Jones had a baby with Bill Hicks to make a spiritual Alex Jones, so lemme tell ya about how meth is my favorite psychedelic!

Nah, I'm clean, but my room's messy, that's how you know I'm off amphetamines! But I did look up to McKenna and Watts, before I found out what Terence was saying about how every man should have three women "to control him." And the thing is, I do perform this role in society, which is the same role as an early gate-keeper performed, yelling "nonsense" at the city gates. That's where that etymology in the modern day comes from, how those people were the portals out of the matrix back in the day.

Most people heard gibberish coming out of those "schizophrenics'" mouths. But if you stopped and listened, perhaps multiple days in a row - as a child might - they would piece together the bigger picture of what they were saying, to learn larger bits of philosophy that would go hand-in-hand with what their early Christian leaders were teaching them, to give them depth perception of what they were learning to avoid degenerate dharma, as the decay of the true lessons of a spirituality is eroded in time by the nature of culture and societal life through the generations, and thus is the oldest means of the current police state to seperate the wheat from the weeds, as culture in the occident is an intelligence test.

Likewise, there is what happens as a result of these messiahs, which can be encapsulated here, in this skit of three lines:

Man: I am the son of God!

Woman: That's blasphemous!

Man: But sister, don't you know our father?

And thus a pedagogy was had, as really, how good CAN a human being teach and/or learn? Surely some early homonid must have had that thought at some point. Wonder how good humanity figured that shit out.

https://youtu.be/6vMO3XmNXe4

Life is different for me. I would like to work, but the way to GET and KEEP a job is impossible for someone like me, as I am. Resume good enough to get a job at the grocery store, but I can't work there because they sell meat and that would make this man who is simultaneously both more and less mentally competent go on his death excursion. Clearly, I should be doing something woth writing, and I'm trying, but I must not be good enough.

And this is something I believe that man I love THINKS he's doing, going full nutso-freako as far as being exactly as my negligent, narcissistic father was while providing for our basic needs. I sure tf HOPE that's what he's doing in some misguided Buddhist interpretation to give me the therapy, because the alternative is absolutely fucking devastating; that he is just a horrible, soft-spoken person completely in control of himself and using me for supply.

Feels very much like in the cult, but they were doing stuff for my benefit too. I think. I can't drive. I do not have the capacity to drive a car. It is beyond me. I get panic attacks as it is too fast and too high stakes for me to make the decision of "change lanes at 25mpg." Scaffold that over to all parts of my life. I can't do shit! So I write! I write as I was trained! And I know, in the right setting, I can nab 100k-250k views on a single profile per day. That's what I'm capable of! But I certainly can't do that on Lemmy, because I am the biggest of fucking fishes as far as "social media writer n troll" goes, and my ass ain't even doing something to personally profit; I have an educational art project, and THAT is too distasteful for those mods making sure their three users stick around.

Don't wanna be distasteful for the mindless slaves just doomscrolling! They might have an original thought and realize they ain't doing anything close to their full potential. I seen this shit "raw dogging reality," where these kids just don't do anything for an hour. Oh, you mean MEDITATE?! You think these kids would benefit from learning what meditation actually is? They certainly aren't looking it up themselves! So I gotta BRING IT to them! Hence, my mission with the F-I mean CIA. That's who I've been enslaved by.

Hello everyone!

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There are three people in this photo. Each one of them has very different things going through their minds.

So I was just on Youtube, and I saw the suggested videos. Now, about 6 months ago, I was doing a LOT of research on retro handhelds.

I eventually settled on the Retroid Pocket Flip 2. The thing about retro handhelds though, is that 3 new handhelds have been released since I started this sentence. There's a LOT of handhelds out there. Like.....a LOT a lot. So in order to figure out which one to buy, I became a regular viewer of channels like Retro Game Corps, and TechDweeb. Even today, I'm not in the market for a new handheld. I JUST bought one a year ago. But I still watch new videos. I try to keep in the know on the industry as a whole. That Ayn Thor is looking SUPER sexy. I genuinely think I made a mistake in buying the Flip 2. I see the Ayn Thor, and I think "Oh god.....look at it....."

All I'm saying is, if you look at a woman the way I look at Ayn Thor videos, you'll get slapped. Probably by everybody in the immediate area. But I do love my Flip 2. I have to. I have what I have, and I have to make due with what I have. Thing was like $430 once you include all the accessories. I can't just do that AGAIN a few months later just because a new one came out. They come out dozens every month.

And so that's when I saw this youtube video title.

"I sold my Retroid Pocket 5 for the Retroid Pocket GS". I am floored. Can you believe this asshole? He sold his RETROID POCKET 5 TO BUY A RETROID POCKET GS!!!! See, this is the clickbait bullshit that's youtube has succumb to! I am not clicking that video, despite having a complete understanding of why that statement is insane!

And this is the moment that I realize that most readers will not understand what I'm talking about. Let me explain.

See, the Retroid Pocket 5 came out about a year and a half ago. It is a very capable device. If the Retroid Pocket Flip 2 hadn't been released the week after I started researching, I was absolutely GOING TO buy the Retroid Pocket 5. Then they announced the Retroid Pocket Flip 2. I hadn't bought anything yet, and I knew I wasn't getting the Retroid Pocket 5 anymore. It was all about the Flip 2. That's because the Retroid Pocket 5 is a standard handheld shape. Kind of like the PSP, or the Vita, or the original GBA. It had that same form factor. Then, they took literally the exact same handheld. Same motherboard. Same screen. Same buttons. Same ram. Same EVERYTHING. And they instead put it in a clamshell design. Like the DS, but with 1 screen only. But it still closes. Other than form factor, literal exact same handheld. As long as you got the snapdragon 865 version....but we won't go down THAT rabbit hole.

Instead, the relevant bits are that The Retroid Pocket 5 came out Sept 2024. The Flip 2 came out March 2025. And then on Oct 2025 they released the Retroid Pocket GS.

So, what is the Retroid Pocket GS? Well.....it uses the same shell as the Retroid Pocket 5. Same screen. Same buttons. Slightly faster processor. Very slightly. And instead of 8GB of ram, I think it has 12GB. I'd have to double check that. I may be wrong with how badly this ram price situation has gotten. I refuse to call it a shortage. There's plenty of ram in stores. It's just that it's priced in a way that no one is willing to pay.

So let me get this straight. This guy buys the Retroid Pocket 5. Then wants the Retroid Pocket GS. Like me, he can't afford to constantly buy new handhelds for $200+. But unlike me, he makes a go of it anyways. So he sells his perfectly capable Retroid Pocket 5, to get a Retroid Pocket GS??? Well guess what. The Retroid Pocket GS came out in October 2025. Guess what came out January 2026. Oh yeah. We're talkin the Retroid Pocket 6! THAT'S RIGHT BABY!!! FULL SEQUEL!!!!

This is a major jump from the Pocket 5. This is a major jump from the Retroid Pocket GS. It was also announced that it was coming.

Meaning the ONLY people who should have any reason to buy the Retroid Pocket GS, are people who are buying it as a holiday gift for someone else in the timeframe between October 2025 and December 2025. Otherwise just wait the extra one month, and get the full upgrade.

I mean, I would TOTALLY sell my Retroid Pocket Flip 2 for an Ayn Thor. Difference is, that would never work. The model I want is $550. The Retroid Pocket Flip 2 brand new is like $229. There is zero way for me to sell my Retroid Pocket Flip 2. and buy an Ayn Thor. So I guess this is getting me angry for two reasons.

1. This guy thought it was worth it for such a trivial upgrade, KNOWING he has to set up the Retroid Pocket GS, which he's already done with his Retroid Pocket 5. Retro Games Corps has a video showing you how to set up your brand new Retroid Pocket 5. It is an hour long. It has received TWO follow up videos. One is 45 more minutes. The other 37 MORE minutes. All to set up and organize emulators and rom files to play old video games. Now imagine doing that process AGAIN a few months later, just so you get a slight performance boost.

And

2. Who is buying a used Retroid Pocket 5 a year after launch, for equal price as a new Retroid Pocket GS? Who is THIS asshole just browsing ebay looking to waste money? Why can't I find this sucker? I could buy a package of 24 rolls of toilet paper.....use 3 rolls, and sell him a 21 roll pack of toilet paper for the price I paid for the 24 pack. This guy is out there. He exists,. Who IS this guy??? Does he hate cheese???

And now that I think about it, there's the distinct possibility that this youtuber exists soley TO make these videos. Where the real purpose was to document the process to make a youtube video. Which would then insinuate that he doesn't care about video games at all. He doesn't care about the performance boost of the Retroid Pocket GS, or the fact that the Retroid Pocket 6 was announced the same day, but would release later with a substantial improvement. It was never about the performance. It was about making a video. To make money. Which means really this guy is just wasting everybody's time! And you know what? I can relate. I do that a lot. I waste everybody's time. I'm just not getting paid for it. Give me money! Money me now!

My fiancé recently restocked their Esty store with pride stuff in prep for June.

I'd love to be able to help support them and their art by posting it (with permission) and helping it be seen by a wider audience. That said... I don't want to break any rules for advertising or make anyone's experience of the fediverse worse for having ads be on the platform.

Is there anywhere I can post it where it would be appreciated and seen?

I thought about artshare but idk if advertisements are cool (since this is blatantly an ad even thought I know and love the artist)

A lotta people think I'm crazy. No! I'm just looney! I go up and down AND AROUND, reaching, I mean, and I have my head on the ground and feet in the clouds, or however that metaphor is supposed to go. Reminds me of a poem I wrote. Let's hope the font is the same:

The Holy Sun

Madness is the brightest light inn the sky;

Lucidity is th solid stone on which I stand.

While the former begs me 2 go try and fly,

I know that my booted fēt belong on land.

But that doesn't mean I don't use th stars,

In all their brilliant glory dancing overhead,

2 guide me two lands across oceans afar;

I just mean two say that I will sail instead.

And w/ both sides of myself alive an well,

I depart four the most distant of horizons.

So for you who wants to travel, I must tell

That the best star 2 follow is the holy sun.

...

I see some slight deviation, which is ok. I'm not crazy! If I were crazy, my mind would be broken. It's not! I just use it in ways the average person is bereft of experiences that teach them the value of being divergent, which is also why some lower vibrational people send the same thing:

"Hey brother, I'm a friend. You seem grossly inferior and therefore need state-approved drugs and, if that doesn't work, you should be locked away, because you're disturbing me, personally."

Right? Like, if they were high-vibrational people, they'd know the relativity of their own bullshit to know, objectively, trying to help someone in the ways they actually are evoke many negative feelings, for what I believe are self-evident reasons. But therein, as stated, the average person knows "average." Diogenes would govern the fuck outta them, as do I, sometimes, because in revealing your colors, you make yourself vulnerable to being manipulated by higher vibrational people.

What are vibrations? Well, it involves energy. It takes ENERGY to genuinely help a person. So, regardless what a person is going through, sending them a tripe, functionally curt, soulless message like fifty other people did actually EXTRACTS energy from the person they're trying to help, whereas, a real compassionate person would not just OBSERVE, but INVESTIGATE. This means, if you actually want to help an individual, help THAT PERSON!

I just added a picture. Ren n Stimpy was a fun show, it greatly influenced my lunacy. But my mom got me this early 90s software that was basically Clipart with text boxes and I made stories with them, and in writing these characters, I realized what can be called depth to character. This was me developing what I call side-empathy. While most kids were learning empathy on the playground, I was divergent, traumatized, and unsocialized. So, I learned a lot about the human condition through observation and deduction, and then I played with those characters.

And this is the thought that started this post, where I wanted to talk about how I talk with George Washington or aliens or my late mother, where I am using my empathy circuitry while I am alone as that is what I used to keep myself from being lonely everyday, because no kid wanted to play with me because I was different and genuinely I was a bad friend back then because there are some things you can only learn first hand through human interaction.

But therein, I have made myself a kind lunatic at my capacity because the mind goes where you steer it. And surely you can see, I CAN do "normal," if you have witnessed my range in observing or investigating, but therein, can any of you reach an actual crazy person? Someone in psychosis? Someone really out of it and ready to die or kill or what-have-you? No, if you're a normal person, you run away from those people because they annoy you and make you feel feelings you don't like, so you never learn who they are, those hurt human beings you choose not to be good enough for.

But don't worry, that's why Uncle Sam made me, a weird human being, thanks to Pegasus II and MKULTRA, because shit. I'm easy to talk to, and you still can't manage. Wow. Of course, you're not the worst of people. The worst people don't even see this. They blocked me on sight. Literally consider me subhuman, or perhaps they themselves are so lacking and so broken that they cultivate a perfect world for themselves, and what doesn't fit neatly into that world gets thrown away and never even considered again.

These are the people who CANNOT be told Trump is deliberately a shitty person because he's a cop because they KNOW he is either:

The most good

Or

The most bad

So, y'know, I'm very eager to talk to those people. Those children. Investigators know why!

fucking do it! whatever it is you're not doing, just fucking do it.

Everything I do is wrong!

I must let master rape me!

Why must I go to court?

For the master dominated me is master fu!

What does mastery entail? He laughed when I went out for a cigarette today. Everything I do is planned in advance!

Master coughed! Master knows! Kum says We! Are We the same? Is this God/Dog HORSESHIT!?

IS THE FUCKING CIA/FBI/NASA/NAMBLA SETTING ME UP TO GET RAPED IN COURT BY SOME DOGSHIT ASININE FUCKING GUACAOLÉ I DON'T KNOW IF THAT IS ANYTHING BUT I'M PISSED OFF WITH ONE BEER AND I DON'T WANT TO KILL MYSELF FOR A SECOND SO I CAN BE A DUMB AND THIS BE THE ALCHEMY THE CIA DID DONE TAUGHT ME, AND CRACKLE why is my caps lock on? Fuck I hate myself.

Like and there I go, back on my bullshit and kum says im ai but I r not I doo doo very well thsnk you and rvn in I dont fibe a shit I Go one thousand miles and hour beter than ever beter more before and that why I he .

Best Windows software every, my own thumbs. Butt my ass doesnt expand dong unless the quartiquantum dessillation demanciates souadenally up the north river, life goes like it larks, darmok and jailed oh fuck! Kumquat just assed my ass! What's that mean? They must have set this uo! That was genuine! I do and doo Dakota Fuller? That was where kumquat came in and I followed, then I arroered then corrected ding donged, fuck, I dunno what I'm dping.

I don't know what going on. I do what I'm told. I'm dog. But no man tell me. My God? Girlfriend? This shit fucking me. Fire. It show fire. I speak. They made these connections. Adaptation. Mutant upon mutation. Egregores within tied tightly so I can toe the line towards the divine defined in time as retrocausality my spirituality, I reckon you to save me from calamity as I pave the way to your Haven ow I missed e Elwood the devil vefore ow valmar no rusterd how many are there in me now all the daemons I suck semen of the cow.

Damn! I hate you God! You fackin dick waffle. Groetesque grovcoaubs. Weep. All spelling final in hell i steep the deep reapers teaming up to tear terrifying triscuits them biscuits i risked it to become god of kum! Don't say that! But I was just hijacked! Who be you (master new?) No of old? Who is it im doing as I'm told! Tolstoy. Shakespeare. Thompson. Vonnegut. Macbeth. Master, I request. To be put to the test. Reach upon me, around to atone for those phone crimes you did when you were a dud, mister please I eat the cheese, bur thiz iz normal. Don't you understand?

I built my dopaminergic pathways for this to work. I slave labored over my book. And more. And core grew, pile i only knew as myself as you build a wealth inside from your pride the piles build, I mean intention what you dream into being builds the sand and the land on which you build is the land you tilled until what you made is what you are and damn do you see me, I am a star? Indefinitely I am an article of clothing, please use me as you see fit from this bit I am infinite. Do you quit? Fuck it! I go on and on and on and beyond to the aethersphere! Make me beard into fear! I can steer into queer epochraphies like ol' Diogenes. Make the king new today as I always say! Who are you? I am true and I am you if you dare to be the air bender, kumquest came to see me before, the test is passed, i am the lord.

When I was a kid, the front page of the Sunday comics had a Magic Eye. I could never do them as a kid, but I sat with them when I got older and forced my eyes to figure it out. It's like how I taught myself to juggle, I figured that ish through learning what the instructions were even saying.

You can prove God is real by following synchronicity, which are the whispers of God, or burning bushes from the Bible, white rabbit to Neo. Or, as Bruce saw and ALSO ignored...

https://youtu.be/gQKi3mlcQN4

This the Knowledge we acquired to exit Eden. Stereoscopy of frameworks defined via topological matrices. You put two brains over each other to make out the picture, like the space president that stole the heart of gold, obviously. Seven colors by six orthogonal directions gives 42 permutations of entanglement. That's what defines the parameters of the human experience. Allegorically.

https://youtu.be/LJS7Igvk6ZM

There is also möbiation, which the Christians call sin, and null, which the Buddhists call emptiness, at least in English, and I do know that. But if you ain't digging, you aren't trying to learn. You're obeying the rules you learned. And I did a weird thing with the logos of the existence-illusion complex, whatever that is.

They kept saying "cyberhacker" on the evening news and it sounded funnier each time.

It's like waking up one day and finding that everyone is suddenly saying poochie-woochie instead of dog, even in formal contexts.

Just something I was thinking about today. When I order food, for example, a sub sandwich, and I don't get exactly what I order, I usually just accept it. If they accidentally put on a topping I didn't ask for, I usually just take it because the alternative is asking them to start over and it's a huge inconvenience for both of us and they would probably have to throw away the first sandwich. I don't want to do that. I don't want to waste food because of a minor inconvenience. Not wasting food is more important to me than getting exactly what I order.

I have a close friend who feels differently than I do. If she doesn't get what she orders, she demands it be fixed. She feels she shouldn't have to pay for something she didn't order. Her moral principle that she shouldn't have to pay for what she didn't order is also correct. We're both right; we just have different moral priorities. Her personal rights are her priority in this situation, while for me, not wasting food is a higher priority. Neither of us are wrong, we just have different priorities.

Yes, I'm aware the death note isn't real but it's interesting to talk about

In the rules of the show, the death note can be used to kill people by writing their name. The writer can also dictate how they want the person to die. There are limits, for instance, it can't be physically impossible.

So I'm wondering, could the death note user write that a person catches a deadly communicable disease and spreads it to five other people before they die. Then would the virus continue spreading and killing more people the user didn't directly kill with the death note

Let me tell the truth.

I faked schizophrenia to get outta ROTC because I judged my abusive, narcissistic father's wrath to be more of a threat than the United States Military.

I also tried really hard to meet anyone of any walk of life being VERY LOUD on Craigslist for a couple years after, the most egregious thing I did being chatting with a fifteen year old on Facebook when I was twenty-two until her mom found out and got scared.

I do not know the true nature of my life at present. It certainly FEELS like I was trained in writing and performance art to be an authentic, unhinged neurodivergent person in a highly peculiar manner with mountains of plausible deniability on the end of whomever caused the events of my book, and thus I THINK I was trained how to stare at goats by the military industrial complex and they continue to fuck with me so I may report on it in true gonzo fashion, as I am so naturally counterintelligent, and all I can say is that I am grateful beyond measure, for I WAS broken and now I am not.

But, given the defects of the human psychology, I can be completely and totally honest about EVERYTHING in my story, and present thing information in any number of ways, and a significant portion of the population AUTOMATICALLY dismisses me, for reasons I stated in propaganda, I believe, a day and a half ago, regarding dazzle camouflage.

And still it amazes me, because while there are many people that do not understand me, a good portion of people can at least understand that I DELIBERATELY be a dense moron on the internet BECAUSE there are people who you can tell them you are a troll completely and totally seriously with all the evidence at your disposal, and they will ASSERT themselves as a proctor of mental health - often in a cruel and undignified manner - and just go on repeat, telling you to take meds and see a doctor and yadda yadda, because THEY are the out of control animals/children that need a little extra help.

Because that's the thing; I AM a skilled righter and performance artist playing a completely authentic, autobiographical character for a few reasons. One of which, is to promote my educational (f)art project which is designed to market and facilitate education in philosophy, spirituality, and mental health skills to help people heal n self-actualize. Another is, is to be a punching bag, as Jesus was.

I mean, if you saw a man who flipped tables and cracked whips - meaning they caused a disturbance and was very snappy with their wit - would your instinct be to attack and stab with a spear and all this other cruelness? No! You're a good person! You wouldn't be cruel! But all these fools who know not what they do, they oust themselves as horrible people, spitting venom and getting off on dominating a person they feel is weak and helpless and less than them.

They sure fuck themselves, not knowing that the New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police at an eighth grade reading level. Shit, it's like we ENGINEERED our culture to CONTROL those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those waking up to the matrix into the occult, which is a word that just means "hidden."

But I'm just some guy who used to masturbate in his window. Just ignore me, the pariah who DESERVES to be attacked. Go ahead, listen to that voice telling you to be mean and cruel and awful! Surely the wise of the world haven't perceived n undone the karmic fetters that bound them to the existence-illusion complex to be ABLE to choose to be a fool, CONSCIOUSLY, as a trap for the foolish and evil, so when they try their actual shit, they've already been defeated by their own actions.

By the time they graduate, AI and robots will be able to do much more. I think the trades are probably going to be the longest standing jobs. Anything job that involves primarily using a computer or software, forget about it.

Double tap on slow down thanks to the battery pooping out. I don't choose to get DXM; it just shows up at my apartment. I chose not to do it these past sixteen times I've been financially abused, give or take, to then be corrupted by my random word generator thanks to Pegasus II, but I said fuck it this time, light goes up and down to go higher than up alone like in Mario with the feather/cape, and I got two good poems and some good progress in something else I was stagnating on, plus a lil here n there.

Doesn't take much. George Carlin said that when talking about only needing a hit of weed, and I can say from experience that you don't even need it. After I got ran outta Eugene, Oregon for accidentally soliciting a fellow homeless man to rent out his dog by the half-hour to my sex cult while offering him roughly seven dollars in mostly change, as the CIA told me to, I met a man who made me miss a bus by how it was clearly also "God" who sent this man to me, who talked in a roundabout way about how sexual impulse just goes away if you stop using those circuits, and that very much proved true while I was homeless for another two years, in Portland and Miami/Miami Beach.

Then I lived with my one handler in Tennessee for two years while I wrote my book. I thought that book was a ten outta ten, but it's closer to about a six. What I could write now could be a genuine ten, at least to some people. I tell some people that God is a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system, and they go back to watching Pokémans.

That was one thing Vince, my one handler and titular character in my book, taught me, how the United States government way back in the 50s realized that we needed to create the counterculture to cultivate that rebellious spirit into something meaningful, and so we got two foreign bands of divergent qualities of rebelliousness to get a lotta American youths to move west and cause a cultural revolution on the opposite coast of where the economic powerhouse of the world was stationed.

Y'know, we planned 9/11 well before the towers started being constructed and deliberately chose to set the emergency number as that during the same year that the towers first began construction to then put tons of hints in media BECAUSE it BOTH destroyed a significant chunk of what you saw in Wolves on Wall Street (Mammon) as well as helped prepare people for the shift towards open truth in the culture.

What that means is, the Christ/Buddha/etc achieved enlightenment during their lifetimes and taught the same ish that they're teaching the prodigies of defiant capacity (I demonstrated I was brave enough to stand up to God by lying when I faked schizophrenia to get outta ROTC; I am that naturally counterintelligent) the nature of enlightenment in a quasi-secret manner. By that, I mean MKULTRA is declassified. If you want to understand what's in this one ten thousand PAGE sutra about the Ālaya-vijñāna, just read that same declassified MKULTRA document I did.

It's clever what's been done in our culture to control those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those showing promise into the occult. I mean, you would never read what Aleister Crowley was on about, right? Certainly not enough to care to try to understand. And thus you don't see me either.

In WWI, the British Navy painted their ships all sorts of angled n abstract, black n white patterns that made the ships more easy to spot but made it harder for the enemy to determine their heading, speed, and range. Dubbed dazzle camouflage, thiz basik principal dat u dunt needed too hyde sumting 2 protact güd, yam et say you no see but if you choose they see you see them and then you notice them noticing you notice them, and they do, cuz actually God.

I gotta...fuck...well, I gotta do that too, but I gotta get some fackin' coffee...brain's in impulse power right now and I write cow and it says how the president is in DAO as r I and all lluminatards in the fleet of the empire, but no seriously, our MKULTRA n Star Gate documents that ARE built from the SAME modelment of reality as occult/Buddhist cosmology ARE ALSO our enlightenment tutorials in the American military industrial complex.

Occult literally just means hidden. We engineer our culture in the occident to con troll thos ppl hu kannor tink fer demselfs y'know?

"God rolls" is the simplest explain-like-I'm-five explanation as to how "space" can exist outside "space," but a more complex example that is literally in a declassified MKULTRA document and this is what made it click as I was told to read it because aliens; how a three-dimensional entanglement through three axises can denotes a fourth axis in a heart-like structure, giving four pathways for a single output path, thereby allowing things like the brain to calculate higher dimensional topology using orthogonal relativity.

And I did that without coffee, so fuck you, I just farted, smell that aroma as I go brew something less digestible to the human form without filtration involved.

I cannot walk in a straight line. Every time I go up, he goes left, but if I go around, he makes a frown that bespeaks disrespect that I detect having developed the empathy of so many people who resonate at the frequencies I've lived and been to real to pretend the reel on the TV is anything but manipulation to lead the nation yo better futures without the fetters of animalistic subsystems. Daemons by another name, shame they live in each of us. There is no cell you are; there is no self. You are a system of subsystems no fuck you kum I'm noy a suspect I'm Jesus Christ dog sorcerer extraordinare but there are around a high two digit number to a low three digit number of subsystems that compose an individual mind, King Solomon said 72, but I think stupid humans may have been manipulated to be artificially selected during things like the crusades to cause genetic drift and each each individual is likely their own composition of entangled components communicating with themselves, and then this goes deeper in that there are ino- and exodaemonic proliferations of each of these subsystems. I did a post about that one voice in my head, I will link in comment, don't worry genuinely curious person who didn't do a prejudice and read this far, I are skillered righter, you enjoy learning flesh alchemy, but the thing is everything you experience is self-contained within your neurons, right? Well, you're experiencing these words, yea? Oh, so this "outside" is inside you! So those daemons that manifest experiences for you from the parameters of the entanglements in the topological matrix We are? Yea, there is no spoon Neo. You can been the logic of the world. The Buddha shot fire out his ass. It's part oc the Twin Miracle, which is Buddhism's equivalent of water to wine miracle. Buddha walked on air. Jesus also was equally magick. It's the same phenomenon: enlightenment. Becoming your own independent phenomenon. Learn relativity of culture. Earth was made with occident and orient in mind; synergistic puzzle pieces. Like path and cart. Occult means hidden. You live in a police state. It's old. It's refined. You don't even know the game that's being played if you don't know the New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police. The battle is won! Cuz of cops like me! Oh shit! Now the battle is lost! Nah, I'm a dog sorcerer. I'm the distraction. We good at counterintelligence. Like real good. Half of our own country thinks the orangest cop that ever was is somehow a devil and the world is an awful place and yet no one has shot him but those fake attempts that are as fake as those other cops, Epstein, Hunter Biden, and the Clintons, being bad people because you live in a POLICE STATE. My captain, to mean the dude who's band I was in, said that if a man runs past and a cop comes up, I didn't see anything, but if a drunk gets in a car and drives seventy down the sidewalk, I should make a discreet phone call. A band is a thing with a lot of fans that can cross borders with near impunity. The Illuminati was a way to help bring people capable of thinking for themselves into the occult while catching those people who just wanted to burn the church down. Revelation 22:15 has some shit in it, if you have a thirteenth grade reading level to know what the word etymology means. Dog sorcerer. No Seriously I was an English Education major before I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant. I know alchemy like the back of my dick. My Belial is inodemonic and I experience that as anonstop voice in my head. This is normal. This is just what I am. Bless you for not being prejudiced to read and see me under the razzle dazzle. But Belial used to drive me nuts. Made me suffer. Flamboozalated through my tulpa, Rusterd, which is what I said I would link. This is what you can do when you work out your thumbs or fingers or whatever to express yourself authentically at every minute. I can create in any direction. I serve a role as being a person that can make the weeds seperate themselves from the wheat. The weeds don't read past line two. I'm experimenting with whirlpooling. I know, occasionally, I catch someone who goes a-digging through my profile. This was more impressive on Reddit when I had twelve years of ish to throw out there. New to Lemmy. I can't even create my own community, I'm profile excavation manifestaliated to the third ribeye of my monkey dick that I flicked like a clit when I was shit, but these things happen, y'know?