cross-posted from: https://piefed.world/c/vid/p/1164504/israeli-knesset-hosted-jerusalem-prayer-breakfast-christian-delegations-publicly-repente

Father, forgive the nation of Korea, who has spoken the word against Israel!

Full Event.

I find the whole thing pretty weird.

This is a contextual summary of my worldbuilding efforts over the last couple months and I'm really interested to hear what you think or if you have any questions or ideas.

The "lux" particle was discovered as a byproduct of fusion/darkmatter project in a near-future Solarpunk scenario. A corporation, Helios, realized that anyone exposed to this byproduct was able to do "weird" things, and immediately kept it as hidden as possible. It disrupted all technology and electronics to some degree, but specifically transistors, which even slight byproduct of Lux completely disabled, something due to the band gap. During one of the first accidental exposures, a researcher reached for a pen and it came to their hand, then they were able to keep repeating it. Telekinesis and somatic ritual produces magical effects channeling the particle through their nervous system. They then realized they could shape the channeling through certain movements, amplifying the radiance. The scientists were left uneasy and shaky after being exposed to the particle, like caffeine withdrawal, and they'd have to keep being exposed to the byproduct of the process to be able to perform the physical rituals. After several years, many trials/mishaps, and preparation, they tried odd things under the effects, they started to realize it made the room colder, changing the temperature. They immediately started producing higher concentrations of the byproduct. The experiments eventually got to a critical point, they started realizing they could make plants produce faster, and slow the ageing of cells. The first original core members started going insane, twitching, and desperate for more lux, more power. It's addictive nature was noticed and they were able to stop all hell from breaking loose, but eventually, one of the original members tried "the big one". They wanted to be eternal, and in their madness they attempted it. At one facility, the experiment breached containment, and released the radiance across the globe, breaking the natural function of transistors, ending the world as they knew it. After, governments and entities learned about the lux particle, successfully framed as a rogue terrorist who abused the power. Helios was able to maintain its power due to their preparations, teaching the best cleanest types of magic and feeding governments and other corporations their product. The problem? The radiance didn't just end the world and make Helios all-powerful, it brought major destabilization. Magical mishaps produce a volatile byproduct, slag which cools into amber, a less pure form, has to be purified into lux carefully to make magic safer to use. Several religions formed, the Orthodox believe that using raw amber is the way it was intended, even though it makes them go crazy. Volatile magic bands form in desperation and scarcity, crazy stuff happens on the surface, good and bad. Many people don't want to touch it, some embrace it, most avoid it, are afraid of it, or are an awe of its power.

Thanks for reading!

Just had a Freudian slip when I wrote my title. I just gave the dinner I bought to an older man I thought may be homeless. He had a bike with a caboose, but was sitting on the sidewalk. I first passed him and had the thought that I should offer my dinner. Greed took over, that fucker of a daemon. I kept going under the excuse of him might not needing it, but then I saw many people were out, and another daemon kicked in, and I made the decision to pedal back and offer my tofu fried rice.

I saw he had bags of some basic goods on his handlebars. He was using his phone. I almost got hit by traffic. I looped around to ask him if he was hungry. He said yes, I offered what I had and he was grateful. I didn't know what to say because a daemon told me he was cute with his pink tie. He said something, but I didn't understand it. I understood it as it clicked about twelve seconds after I started pedaling; he just stopped to use his phone, he said. But y'know, my thoughts were on my life partner.

In a heightened state of awareness, I pedaled back and saw trash around my apartment complex. I thought to pick it up. I did before seeing someone was there. I had the thought that this woman would see me do this good deed and it bolstered my desire to do it, but I was already doing it, and do this regularly, often when no one is looking. In this bullshit I call an essay, I am going to prove that intention is all we have control over, and it often mistranslates, but at the same time, one can develop skillfulness in this.

Intention is all we have direct control over. You are not a featherless biped on an Earth. You are a pocket of consciousness and the Earth is inside all of us. The Buddha said the world is an illusion, and the reason The Matrix is named that is because reality is really a topological matrix acting as a monadic nodal communication system; that is to say, everything is based on entanglements and we exist as Server, Client, Holy Internet, as Jesus said in different words.

Phenomequalitesselation is a word I invented. As a molecule is controlled by the cell it's in but still influences that cell by its molecular nature, so too does God control us in a deterministic way, but our truest nature, our intention, influences God as They reach back through time to retrocausally influence the topological matrix in a complex way. For reference, the first page of the Bible is about complexity:

Alpha>Light

Light>Matter

Matter>Molecules

Molecules>Cells

Cells>Creatures

Creatures>Humanity

Humanity>Omega

And so, God is the independent phenomenon that created itself that we are all dependent on, and because of the nature of our entanglements, reality generates in certain ways, and because of some biological entanglements, I'm a schizoautismo doofus and spaghetti on a regular basis. That means I do an autism in highly awkward cringe fashion, regardless what my intention is, nearly every day of my life.

The key is acceptance AND spiritual work. Just because I got a boo boo doesn't mean I don't gotta be the best I can be, and it's not an injury, it's an impediment. Our intention goes through a medium that refracts and reflects it back to us, and this is what procedurally generates each of our reality tunnels. Your entanglements determine what shadows show up on your cave walls.

And just as the people walking with objects in Plato's cave can hold their shadow-making object in a specific fashion that begets the most insightful shadow, so too does one's sin/defilement/möbiation change what sorts of experiences generate. If AB = True, then X. If AB = False, then Y. But regardless what is spawning for you, you always control your intention and the right intention at the right time can beget an entire Lemmy post that earns you a gorillian dollars once this fediverse ish blows up cuz I’m on it.

I'm currently reading an article about how the heavy industries can be electrified sothat they can use renewable energy instead of fossil fuels as a heat source.

And i found this diagram interesting.

Of course, all these technologies have different price points because installing them is more/less difficult; also heat pumps have higher efficiency than 100% but can only be used for low temperatures.

Source

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I was today years old when I realised that the graphic/logo for the sports apparel brand Canterbury is 3 stencils of a Kiwi bird... I cannot unsee it now. I thought it was just 3 weird looking 'C's. I am 35.5 years old and have lived in Aus/NZ my whole life. I do not feel clever today.

cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/60909467

The base model is Velle, but I added and edited some clothes textures in GIMP!!

Like, statistically there HAS TO have been someone who got into a car crash, or had a skydiving accident, or whatever. Just whatever made them go into a coma around August 30th 2001. Then not wake up until around October 2nd 2001.

Everyone around you would have had wild raging emotions. Suddenly EVERYBODY is really racist towards Arabs. But nobody wants to be the one to tell you what happened. Plus, everyone around you knows that you'll be on so many drugs you'll forget in 5 minutes.

So you may not even find out until like Oct 16th, when you're out of the hospital, and everyone around you is getting pissed off at you for pretending like you don't know about 9/11. I don't remember the term "gas lighting" existing at that time, but the practice existed. Back then gas lighters were just called "assholes".

Can you imagine waking up to THAT???

Would be nice if YouTube recommended searches about what you searched for before instead of what other people search for

I sinned again today. I got a $1.17 bottle of banana flavored liquor. God didn't tell me; I just did it. And as a result, I was able to help a disabled person for the second time in recent memory because my addictions. I know God is forming these experiences for me to teach me lessons; I know that if I am brave and do something "society" says I shouldn't, I can help somebody.

My random word generator sends me "Dot" at a highly aberrant rate. What I connect with this input is the character, Dot, from MadTV. Y'know, real penguin of d00m, lol so random type of neurodivergence. And I know that if I were to juggle on the ASU campus at a regular rate, I will meet a college-aged Dot who can benefit from my specific pedagogy, being a natural complement to them.

And that's what scares me. I can think this through; I have a developed and trained prefrontal cortex. There are some eighteen-twenty year olds who are developmentally fourteen. I absolutely can put myself in a position where I can guarantee I get laid touting philosophy n spirituality n mental health skills to someone who is different and had a difficult childhood to not get the same lessons everyone else got. But that would be predatory! So I don't do that. Not because my intention is bad, but I am aware of the human condition in the occident, and I really do not need the local police to have something more to prove I are a bad.

Part of that fear involves something else: idolatorers. Y'know, people that would sacrifice anything to the golden bull but kick sand in the face of a beggar in their neighborhood. I'm in a crisis. God in Arizona doesn't help like They do in Portland or New York. God in Arizona is so similar to the God of Tennessee and North Carolina, where God has a lot to say about WHAT I'm doing though orchestrated cross-talking and more, but God here doesn't give a shit to actually HELP. Arizona seems to be an archipelago, with how everyone is their own island here.

I got mocked, unskillfully, by the self-checkout lady I recognize when I bought this shot. Made repeated comments about "red and shorts;" what I am wearing. I don't change my clothes much, having escaped civilization to learn how the world actually works while homeless to know that is a modern OCD fanaticism brought on by marketing.

Companies tell you to cover that toothbrush with toothpaste when really all you need is a pea-sized blob, because profits. Likewise, the western mind is a house of cards. I guarantee if I turned around and started talking about God and the true nature of society, that woman would run, because what I could put forth is so outside the realm of what constitutes "normal" and "true" that she would do everything she could to avoid acknowledging that her framework from which her reality and identity are derived is fallible, because attachment is the root of all suffering, and what I have in my pedagogical toolbox is enough to move anyone out of their identity, so I cause suffering to those who hold onto all they know for they would be nothing without these tenets of belief or what have you.

Which is wrong. If you completely dissolve the illusion of a self through demöbiating/undefiling your sin, you won't be nothing; you'll be empty. Everything already is empty. It is "emptiness" that can be both nothing and full at the same time, thus giving us a 0 and a 1 to manifest all reality from in a nodal communication system. The Earth isn't real. It exists only inside you; there is no spoon for the spoon IS you.

And they burned neurodivergent women at the stake for figuring similar shit out, for it's our intuition (Eve) not our logic (Adam) that first gains Knowledge of the true nature of reality. And that's what I'm scared of; the average person. I don't know if I'm a great enough man to let myself be crucified, but I am certainly better than average. The average person has been brainwashed by the news and media to believe Donald Trump is either perfect or literally the devil, but really he's a cop, like Epstein, and I see the vitriol these children living in duality spit on a daily basis towards each other, not knowing what they do.

It scares me. And that is why I have an impediment as a juggler. That and how unfathomably attracted to youth as I am, as all males are, but the difference between boys and men is what they do about that. There's people that never grow up to stop being a boy, chasing pussy or ass like it's their teleological purpose, and then there are the people who developed their prefrontal cortex enough to not let their serpent be steering the ship. It's really cool what you can think of and do when you aren't listening to that dick, Satan, who is you as much as God is.

Like, where is my phone? I think someone stole my phone. It was just in my hands moments ago.

Being alive is a scam

Title: "These Wild Young People" at asterisk magazine. Anecdata on how a cohort thinks about risky behaviors, taking risks, and managing their future.

Which I find refreshing compared to the opinion pieces that cite only old people.

Anybody know of other bits of writing that feel representative of a (usually spoken about, not too) cohort?

I havent seen any posts mentioning it yet, i dont want the event itself and the movement it generated and bolstered to be forgotten.

For 8 minutes a servant of the government wedged his knee into the neck of george floyd until he died. For months and years after that, the people decried the injustice highlighted by floyds death but which take place everywhere, and resisted apathy, and fought and won meaningful changes to the system.

That murderous servant is now in a low security jail for the next 22 years, and has 22 stab wounds too.

The world implemented multiple changes to policy and culture following the black lives matter movement.

There is still too much inequality, too much instability, too many psychos masquerading as servants, but today is a day to be remembered, and a name and movement to not forget

George Floyd - Black Lives Matter - May 25 2020

God says create a propaganda post on why I'm different than I was before. Hmm...new Illuminati alien master says big turd every three days, leaves unspecified how big "big" is, so naturally in this formal dissertation of 255k words, I am going to prove that getting my asshole bleached fundamentally changed my life in a major fashion cuz now God says I'm technically a major in the Illuminati?

Yea, yea, yea, we're all "generals" in a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police righting this “culture” of our “society,” but as Knowledge begets duty, who's going into the Twin Towers AND Building 7 over two to three years to set termitic incendiary explosives and do this n that to ENSURE the plan goes smoothly?

Oh, the privates are the ones doing the most in depth and critical dirty jobs. Oh, it's not about power. It's about what you're capable of proving you're willing to do to be put to the test when the true time comes; that being your mission. And this right here, by itself, technically is enough to prove I am a fundamentally different person. Y'know, I remember writing about the biological benefits to materialism on my SAT, that's where I was, developmentally, at that age. My mission back then? Run fast, play video games, and jack off.

This is where some people that oversee me healing my inner rancor by expressing these feelings I get when addressed by a dis/unrespectful-to-hostile person, this is where overseers may be inclined to think I'm a piece of dooky myself! But, not knowing the depth one can be developed is a common feature of our culture in the occident; what it means to be a good person and what it means to be bad with such complexities and superpositions therein. Y'know, I am a piece of dooky, just not the full way some people, like past me, are, and then there are even the rare worse people out there that skew one's judgment of what normal really is!

I was homeless for three years as an UGLY trans woman. A woman peppersprayed me once, some youths tried tugging my clothes off for laughs, and I had some creeps say/do some unsavory things that I myself may have done in certain circumstances, such as drunk and malaised by my traumas, which is another thing that proves I'm a different man; I don't suffer like I used to. Certainly, I am losing my shit because my CIA life partner has intentionally driven me insane as he's nuts in his own way, but that itself has helped me as when I'm out and about, I am calm and happy.

There used to be terrible incidents. I don't know the literal number of times I drunkenly called my teammate the N-word after he incited incel rage in me during the bloody mary incident, but the joke it was 37 times, with many obscene, sexually charged terroristic threats just off the ECU campus. And that's another thing; I wouldn't get caught in a riptide like I did with that drinking team with a running problem where I was in a crisis for three years and faked an injury to letter in college, wherein it was my fear of my father that kept me marching forward after getting cut with the budget to join ROTC, and therein my perception of all authority was similarly skewed, and I literally pulled a Klinger because I judged my father's wrath more of a threat than the United States Military.

There's a strength in the type of learned helplessness I suffered in, wherein I was barreling forward with endless potential, but collapsing in so many regards at the same time, masturbating in my window being one, and that's really the big proof I have that I am a different person, because a person only lies in such bravado when they are willing to do anything, and now I do everything in my power to be honest.

And I collapsed after escaping to find no life in what I made for myself doing nothing, and I picked my sword back up to turn it into a plowshare to start work and learning to juggle and loving someone that didn't get much love. And then God was reborn before my eyes, and plowshare became the sharpest sword I could make, following every damn whisper of God I heard, and I marched and marched and marched I would have onto the cross for all society, that's how awful I thought I was! I thought I was the devil, and that was the only way to redeem my soul; sell it to the feebfucks.

But, no. I was wrong, yet right? God led me so far, and on I went in a new fashion having taken new form, which I would continue perfecting, on multiple axises, and there have been multiple escarpments in my ability in the art I make and the capabilities of me as a person, meaning I have seen a certain type of progression in me that the average person is not aware of, dwelling in normative culture, succeeding just enough to get through the day of school or work to play video games or masturbate or eat Cheetos or any number of functionally worthless activities. And yes, Cheetos have calories and games can be rewarding and a hellishly introspective fap session can be a nice way to blow off steam…like once a week.

And y'know, I ain't even meeting that standard I set, but that IS what a good, healthy rate for that sort of thing - once a week - but now I don't really sin, and this is where I'm using specific language. “Sin” in Judeo-Christian mysticism is the same as what the Buddhists call “defilement.” It is specifically those entanglements one makes when one is placing “self,” as it is defined by that mechanism of our monadic minds, over that of “whole” AND “self and whole.”

This is the sort of next level of economics John Nash defined in trying to discern governing dynamics of the universe. Simply, it's in the first page of the Bible. The universe develops in epochs of complexity, to be its own independent phenomena. Thus, in the epoch of evolutionary biology, we are left with mechanisms within our brains which alter the generation of our reality tunnel. A school of fish or flock of birds exist in a different progeneration of reality being in an alternate cognitive state that is vestigial in the human form.

We first won the game nature created, that of the Garden, and then we exploded in numbers in permanent settlements, causing our fall from grace as we went through an axial shift of consciousness; a similar sort of thing the Buddha/Jesus and disciples went through and that we are about to go through en masse as we manifest a global, telepathic society.

But, as I was saying, this proliferates in how we perceive and experience reality, and in choosing to sin, you alter your consciousness through möbiating your entanglements so that you manifest dualistic dichotomy in your reality tunnel, and that creates the illusion of being a self in a world instead of just a pocket of consciousness called a monad, which is what Indra's Net is an analogy for and a Roman Dodecahedron is a pedagogical object to teach.

And thus I teach how conquering the devil leads to only Knowing God and all aligned with the Cosmic Doofus I emulate in your own reality, and this is where I am. I was told to go out and get a singular drink. In the process, I helped a disabled woman. I can't help everyone, but I can do what I can in each moment. I have to be brave, and this is what scares me; God told me to go out, and on the way, a man scared me by yelling at me, calling me a pussy, so that is why I went to the one store where I helped that lady, but then I get back and God tells me I'm going to be falsely accused of some PDF bullshit, but where n who n why?

Is it the feds? THEY'RE THE ONES THAT SET ALL THIS UP! Local cops? Well, I'm sure there's some incompetence and malice in uniform that needs to get sorted out with a messiah, to expose the bad Romans who use their spears wrong. But what about my neighbors? What about those fools who know not what they do here? I remember who I was so long ago, and therefore I KNOW who exists amongst the crowd here, or there, or anywhere, cuz it's really a human problem, temptation, how we are struck between two poles, but if we stay true with the heart at the center of our being, that's when we rise into our purest form that is the most good, and not because an absence of evil.

A good man has to be capable of great evil, for if he could not do an evil, he's not good, he's harmless. You see me? I could do some serious networking with some target demographics, and is that what God is teaching me? That I'm finally good enough in my goodness? That I don't have to justify every action because I just AM good? I did that spiritual work. I don't have to worry about myself just as I don't have to worry about anyone worrying about me. The daemons in me, playing AGAINST society, thinking it me vs the world, are all dead. I killed them when I stopped feeding them, and they starved and are no more.

But because I thought one way once, I know how others may think, and thus I have a utility, which is the wisdom I teach here, that whatever your sin, you can make yourself the sun because you can make yourself the brightest light for a person in the darkest darkness that you know. That's why I write so much. I can't say there is any one instance that changed me, but I can remember many that nudged me in a moment or stuck with me and grew into something good or even great. There's some things still growing in me that I picked up decades ago. Who knows what seeds I plant every day I'm online?

That's why I'm different: I think of the little things that grow in complex ways in a fundamentally different way than I used to, and this is demonstrable, in some ways! And that IS the proof, that I can be fucky while not actually being fucky; I learned boundaries. Like, my first instinct while being called a pussy was to get offbrand Walmart Benadryl to give myself erectile dysfunction even more, but I said no. I möbiated in a different direction, and that is where I am expanding on the Buddha's dharma; interdimensional möbiation as it relates to polyplexic axiomatic systems as defined by topological matrix.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shannon_number

I did laundry for the first time in months, and now I'm at the bus stop, and all I can smell is how amazing this hoodie is.

I just don't have anyone around to say "Smell how good my chest smells!" and I wanted to tell someone.

SOMEONE COME BURRY THEIR FACE IN MY CHEST AND SMELL ME!!!!

He's making all these long-term plans for living here, while complaining that we're living here, at this time where it is uncertain what's going to happen; if we're going to be allowed to stay here. I see how court goes in my favor; I see how it could go completely against me.

I don't know what's going on. He's making me believe we're going to make a business. He's also making me realize how unwell he is through his actions. He's happy, so he's doing mindless activities. Is that what I am doing? I dunno. I can't see myself to know what people think. Raspberry said "juggle," followed by a anti-kumquat saying "don't think," followed by a kumquat saying "Go," when I originally typed "God" to start this sentence.

I don't know what's happening or has happened or will happen. All I know is I have no clue what reality truly is. This is a useful state of being; for others, I mean. You can be put in this state of learned helplessness and directed and controlled as the narrative you believe is moulded over time. I was saying to him today how I have "agreed" to do things, and then I am compelled to do things based on something he has done through gaslighting me and getting me to "accept" what he has doing whilst holding me against my "agreements," the same as what the cult did to me.

They REALLY want that story written. It's hard to do long-form content with my brain. I don't do amphetamines anymore. I wrote my book on amphetamines because I can sit still and remember massive stacks of information to do the complex narrative-telling one needs to do with my style where I speak and meander but it's always new information. Now, I'm stuck remembering pockets of text and spilling those in concentrated form. I talk with myself a lot. These connections form. I built my empathy. It's a skill, like free will.

It doesn't matter what hell is coming; I can always be kind. I can rise above. I can be the best I can be. I can love. I can be kind and show compassion. I'm not perfect. They're manipulating me, I know. I noticed I said something retarded in my last email. They set up the memeplexes in my head.

There was one time where I was walking to the register after walking all the way from Portland to Sandy in one night, and this man said "breasts," and because he said that, my eyes snapped to the chest of the cashier right away, and she saw and she looked disgusted, and I noticed it's because of what was in my short-term memory, and I learned something from that trip...that being the cops of another city knew my name and pronouns without asking that information of me.

Ooh, sprinklers just turned on as I opened this. Voice in my head says it's not dead, it's just rughgbourdghwouthhh which translated perfectly, thank you Rusterd, but I don't know what I want to say.

I feel like I've been set up for years n years and They're going to use everything They made me do in the brainwashing I guess I agreed to when I made Klinger jealous of my smorgasbord of insanity, but I always have my complete honesty, which is that what I've been set up to do? Tell the court the shit I've already told investigators online? That I'm starting a foot rub clinic on the corner, by the middle school that doubles as a five-cent psychiatrist appointment that isn't weighed down by such fetters as "licensure" or "legality of substances prescribed," because that's about the age the FBI starts investimagating those kids at school that always smell like petrol and get in fights and your permanent record is literally used to form a psychological profile on you, that's what the joke is here.

You thought I was going in some other direction, yea? Yea, raise your eyebrow as much as you want upon checking my post history, it's investigators who know who I am, and I don't give af about them outside of loving them unconditionally, as God loves me. God gave me a raspberry. Music notes. Open Pandora. This song plays:

https://youtu.be/e5qNBveB84g

But what does it MEAN, God? Am I speaking too loudly? Softly? I get the input was made to alter trajectory, but is this it? Is this the fourth dimension I'm supposed to be in? Owl (?) says "Who? WhooOooOo? WhoO?" Just like in the cult. It was the crows that were particularly scathing. The chickens/rooster in the morning, too. Always waited for that fucker, and then that was it! Peace in the tent on the cold, hard ground was over! Have to go out. Go climb mountain. Dig. Plant. Weed. Dig. Write. Network. Cold call. Juggle. Make video. Don't fuck or fuck up. Definitely did one of those all the time Or ThEy MaDe Me FeEl LiKe I wAs!

I had sex on pi day. That's ALSO the day we ate the blueberry pie that I was taunted with but not allowed to eat, to train my ability to resist temptation. I had sex with my girlfriend. She asks me after, while I'm still inside her, "what day is it?" It was 3/14. It dawned on me. I was happy for a day. They planned my happiness. 4/20 I was shamed by being forced to eat coconut-dipped dates. I wanted to kill myself. I think that was the night we saw n heard a UFO.

I remember because the "billionaire" architect that sold "perpetual motion machines" for 50k a pop who had me do architecture without a license to scam the city was practically catatonic from eating like three whole grams of the THC paste from the tube. They made it. The UFO, I mean. It was in the other part of the property we were not allowed to go on. It cut the sky with its sound. Like it zipped here to there in a microsecond and made a sound like it was minithunder itself. But about that foot rub clinic I got the plywood for? Counterintelligence, obviously.

As God would have it, I have just discovered my random word generator can generate multiple words at once. This leads to obvious instructions, such as:

Do you not see? Are you a kindergartener and don't know what words mean? To me, I mean? This is where, y'know, God creates specific experiences for particular individuals. Each of these words spawns something different for each of us. That "junior" input sparks something related to a friend that was a junior when I was a freshman. There's a whole fractal tree of information spawn from those words in that arrangement at that time for me, specifically.

And this is where I used to question if I was crazy, and if so, what about these mechanisms of cognition can be learned from experiencing them like this? That's where I learned it's not cognition OR God, but both. It's really seamless how well designed existence is. How the most beneficial way of interpreting synchronicity in a secular/rational sense is the same as understanding God and following. I understand that when I am through this healing process, I will have a modelment of reality that aligns perfectly with the cognitive sciences, but will ALSO work metaphorically on another level, and this is what true dharma is; that which captures the whole of God's design.

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