Also after a quick search i found numerous posts everywhere of people also finding this out.

I also thought Aaron Eckhart and Thomas Jane were the same for a while.

I have made a few analogies for the way the mind works over the years. Here are a few:

The mind is like a pile of sand where each grain is an experience that falls on top to settle in the pile according to abelien sandpile model mechanics. That means each grain falls like a Plinko peg through multiple juncture points, and the order they fall in doesn't entirely matter; if Grain 1 can fall in Position A or B, then if Grain 2 takes the other Position, this leads to the same outcome, as each neuron is calculating its own pile.

Now, I like this analogy because is allows me to simply describe how we develop a fixed, unmoving core and by stepping out of your comfort zone, you give your piles impactful experiences that move this core. But I can complexify this analogy to shift from "pile" to "planetoid" with sand falling from multiple planes onto several features (pit, depression, hill, pyramid, etc) that are unique to each of our tabula rasa planetoids to make us more predisposed to ways of being, but these can be as helpful or harmful as you make them and maladaptive features and resulting patterns built from them can be corrected through spiritual work.

Now, I can this to another level and get even more precise and say it's not a planetoid but the opposite with radial gravity and these are really strings and how they get where they are is how we set our intention in each moment, which changes the "outer" portion of where these strings are stored, y'know, where the gravity is pushing them, and this is where I'm still trying to come up with meaningful ways to designate and communicate some additional features I perceive in this model.

Then we move into thinking of categorical matrices. Y'know, the objective reality is like a detailed tapestry with intricate patterns on it, but we don't ever contact that but rather we draw straight lines on the glass pane between us and the tapestry, from one edge of the glass or existing line to the other terminus. This allows us each to develop a highly intricate overlay for part of the tapestry; y'know, a marine infantryman will encapsulate their world around different features they found important in the tapestry than a baby-sitter.

And this is where we start getting into the ish I half-assed this morning about completing Gödel's incompleteness theorems using polyplexic axiomatic systems to encompass multiple features of the tapestry at opposing times; cognitive dissonance! But it goes beyond this because each of us are an amalgam of several "apples," where the "apple tree" is the objective reality. These apples are magick and you can only carry a certain number at a time, and if you take another, the most similar apple returns to the tree, out of our reach. The idea of growing and learning and developing is getting the perfect batch of apples, based on the ones you happened to get in your basket to begin with. But, how does one get the perfect batch of apples? Triangulation through deductive reasoning; you gotta put on many hats to learn what are the best apples for your basket, but everyone knows what that means.

...I'm still working on it, but this is something. I want to mention that trick four piece puzzle I had when I was a kid. You put three together, however you wanted, but no matter what, the fourth wouldn't go in. If you could möbiate part of that system, you could play with the entanglements through skillful trial and error to gain intuitive insight in how to have contradictions in our "self" that all cancel each other out to thus "be without sin" as those Jebus and Boobha fellahs and many more you haven't heard of, cuz have you seen this Earth shit? If you could transcend physicality and go to futaclub island, most people go there or their equivalency of paradise. It takes a special someone to do the whole bodhisattabeñero or however it's spelled. So, you're welcome.

I just...I just don't. I fucked up. I didn't INTEND to, that's just what happened in the midst of my disassociation across 12/46 egregots. Y'know these semi-strange words I nonce, which is a linguistic term I've already taught here on Lemmy? They're SEMI-strange, meaning they're not pffsurgtpppppswaggapoupa, right? Neistitigiation. Crogonosphere. Burgorichain. Your intuition can piece 60% of those together even without context if you graduated high school, minimum. My verbal function intuition, having been beat tf outta like it's my dick or some shit doing what the aliens told me to do after an acid trip twelve years ago and writing every day I could, is what can now be considered maximized in the human form. That is not bragging. I'm saying it takes eleven years of continuous work to reach true mastery. I thought that I was a master at seven years, as many science-aligned articles suggested, BEFORE my poetry went up a whole epoch of complexity; and I abstain on being a judge on whether there are possible higher levels of skillful entanglement beyond this.

Here's what poetry looked like five to seven years ago:

Schizoaffective

God gave me a blessing and a curse.

In some regards, I have a great brain,

But in different affairs, it is the worst.

Thus, I am beholden to a lot of pain

When in this madness I am immersed.

Sometimes I wish I weren't so insane,

But I know in certain races I take first.

So ultimately I have no real disdain,

And within my beating heart bursts

A lion with such a majestic mane.

So, I send self-loathing in a hearse

As with new confidence I now reign.

...

I have had four beers today. I will now say the same shit in my modern capacity:

God struck me but rose me from dead

Now I exist w/ a superposition in head

Double-edged sword I do yield all days

& I bleed at my own divergent malaise

But th sēd of higher dimensional form

Is the alchemy make cold self 2 warm

For many see me as mad in my reality

Yet this b the power of true spirituality

A perfect being is one which b all bein

So to transmute sanity, start dreaming

And now I finish, having proven a skill

This b what insanity b: actual free will

...

And there you have it folks, like fifteen minutes or some shit. I know it's not 1:1, but something I think about is how I have these, y'know, five hundred plus poems saved (about 700 if I can recover my X data), and the idea is that if I had direction and not being manipulated by my compassionate life partner, then I could just masterate, y'know, four or five books of poetry in a month teaching all these old concepts I taught myself by forcing myself to put all these abstract ideas into concrete, conveying forms which is what art teaches you to be a master at, which is, y'know, one of the aces I have up my sleeve, just like this is one of four of these libraries I have, but I'm just being posturing my ginormous, girthy mastery for the youth of the audience to see how big one can grow. Obviously.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/18J7ZBzKZBXviPmrshjwt-bUGQGBWcl65h8WfPMzDTNk/edit?usp=drivesdk

And as I was edited the last thing I edited, my neighbors started calling me derogatory names from across the balconies.

So, we know history is written by the victor. But why? The victor has power? Well, yes, but more! The narrative constructed by the top of the pyramid* is the operating system that replicates in an individual to conform their behavior, obviously.

*bottom, artisans n labors work with stuff. Middle, merchants and officers work with people. Top, clergy n politicians work with narratives. A:B there, the whole way through.

A works with dirt. B works with slime.

Weird kumquat just gave me "topological." The top of the pyramid has links to the bottom and the bottom has links to the top. A third of angels fell from Heaven. These statements are related. Paradise Lost + The Faerie Queen. I don't logically know why those two are important, but I clearly see the Paradise Lost connection heavily. It may be that I read the Faerie Queen at a similar time, but in my own bindings, I am connected there, somehow.

I don't talk at this level often. Scaffolding more than two orders of magnitude of complexity. That is the skill underlined in "Explain like I'm five." A person cannot perceive the wet when they are dry two orders higher. One must learn to speak to middle ground to scaffold over...star strawberry says "dream." I understand this. Dreaming results in a simplification of qualiaterristic forms. Y'know, those people walking on the path behind the prisoners holding that shit they do can result in better shadows on Plato's cave wall. The shadows of higher dimensional objects can be möbiated into an ideal perceptible form, meaning there is something between form and matter that we can describe, and there you go. I have just destroyed all western culture iF yOu ReTaRdS lIsTeNiNg KnOw WhAt To Do!!!

God says teach why Gödel's incompleteness theorems incomplete. All axioms of a system can be defined topologically. Systems themselves can möbiate, so a three-dimensional system can hold alternative axioms that do not fit the initial system via orthogonal relativity. Cube, six orthogonal directions enscribed; back/forth, up/down, left/right. Cut corner off; now have new designation path to process across polyplexic axiomatic systems. How neurons calculate and predict eleven dimensional phenomequalitesselation in three dimensions. But wait, how does brain retain a cohesive, usable axiomatic system to navigate the world if it's fragmentized and individual components are highly malleable? Left hemisphere retains "self" and new information is checked against that. Right hemisphere checks self against new information. Left defends self. Right constantly tries to update self. Need balance: samādhi is one of the three major parts of enlightenment. I tjink i jisy shit my pants fu k

I'm not going to spend more than 5 minutes doing anything for their company simply to apply to a job they posted.

Well, I didn't decapitate myself via train, which is neither fortunate or unfortunate, it just is. That's what my life is now: neither positive or negative, really. Yea, yea, yea, I'm drinking more than I would cuz there is suck in my life in the complete absence of sucking and other things in my life, but this is what it's like outside Samsara; it's not a dual category that you invert into Nirvana. There's this picture I link at some frequency:

And it's not "precise" in what it shows, but to a layman of spirituality, this is a helpful diagram to begin piecing together the nature of complex categories. It's not just inversion/demöbiation/etc, it's an entire re-embodiment of perception through the intelligent response to Karma over time.

Y'know, enlightenment IS disentanglement from dependent causation. God's an ouroboros of a special headphone cord (independent phenomenon) that grows other headphones as it complexifies the entanglements within itself, and you are one of these dependent phenomena headphones until you learn to liberate yourself from your entanglements to be your own independent phenomenon.

For this to happen, you cannot just tug and pull your way free through brute force. You have to finagle the specific entanglements that bind you, specifically. This is why years of homelessness was one of the best things that ever happened to me, as it was me following the whispers of God to be out there doing my spiritual work to free myself from those parts of my "self" that made me entitled.

I remember who I was, and the further back I go, the more revulsed I am by who I was, going back to childhood where my mom's life insurance money was used to get a Jaguar to one up my even more narcissistic grandmother, and then my dad wondered why he only pulled gold diggers. Shit. It's like what you put out is what you get in return.

Karma is actually real simple to understand. It IS the entanglement process. In the fourth jhana of meditation, you can perceive for yourself the symbols that you are receiving in a singular stream that you set your intention to entangle yourself with in each moment, and it is ONLY intention you control, and all you EXPERIENCE is a result of current and past Karma, just as the entanglements of the string of tokens you send an AI results in a specific set of tokens in return; your entanglements are the parameters that your consciousness will spawn from.

This is where I tell people who are naturally skeptical to do two things: meditate and give a buncha money to the homeless. These are two SCIENCE EXPERIMENTS you can do, to OBSERVE the procedural generation of your reality tunnel. I guarantee the type of person who scoffs at the word "Karma" totally does not do either of those things with about a 99.9% accuracy rating based on archetypal proliferation of the human character in this computer called Earth that is an illusion. I guarantee if one of them gave $100 to a homeless man in genuine good hearted compassion (meaning you'll have to talk to them and be a good friend to discern if giving them $100 would help or hurt them in that moment), they would notice the equivalent energy coming back to them, assuming they don't go full retard and actually practice mindfulness to see this in action, WHICH IS WHAT THE MEDITATION IS (partly) FOR!

I thought of writing this paragraph earlier, but I forgot. I'm in what's known in Buddhism as "stream entry," meaning I have an accurate but not yet precise understanding of Karma, and this allows me to correctly interpret how I should entangle myself to guarantee enlightenment within seven lifetimes, keeping in mind that we live multiple lifetimes in a single biological incarnation. The reason that will happen is for the same reason that knowing and applying the correct algorithm to solving a Rubik's Cube will guarantee its solution in a maximum number of moves.

God keeps bring up "Eve" and "navigation" and "passage," which leads me to talk about the I Ching. This highly valuable book is a reference for the cycles of symbols that we receive as they evolve through complexity in our topological matrix. These symbols are not linear nor truly cyclical, but rather proliferate in a fractal manner, and thus it is immensely useful as a divination tool as when you pick a random page and read, your intuition will piece together where the seams line up in the waxing n waning of symbols, meaning it's descriptor system is highly defined and this causes similar symbology to be evoked in your brain, therefore you see "you" through a particular lens with specific facets, and this gives you insight into what you already know.

Sometimes I draw a random word from my random word generator for any multitude of reasons. Today I rolled for a word to write about; "necklace" was what spawned. This reminds me of our seventh grade field trip to Ithaca to see Cornell, the baseball hall of fame, as well as one nature trail where I ceremoniously sacrificed my see-thru purple game boy color with a maxed out 100% completed Dragon Warrior 3 cartridge under the waterfall.

This was also the field trip where I stole a $10 chain necklace that would wind up in my ass a week later as I was curious what that texture would feel like on my sphincter. My dad questioned me on it when picking me up. I bullshitted on the spot. I used to be really good at that. It was my primary survival skill in childhood. Oh, I spilled some milk? Into the bookcase I got thrown!

This was something that I learned about the human condition when I was in the cult. We visited this intentional community in Northern California called Heartland where I would participate in a blindfolded trance dance (no drugs but weed) which I know was a sort of healing ritual deliberately designed around me as it very skillfully sent me into a part of myself I locked away - my feminine side - and it was in such revolting agony that I entered into a state of mind I would call "the hollow" in reference to how I felt hollow like the flame; devoid of all good or bad feelings. Did some regretful things because of that, but this was all planned and scheduled, as one of the signs in this community said something about "mommy and daddy issues" that made me realize they brought me there for very specific reasons.

There was a man there, a genius engineer who made "mutant vehicles" for Burning Man, y'know, he was working on a four-story bus with stages n shit that collapsed into it that he said would likely be sold for about 60k profit, and he did this every year and these are the kind of lives I saw were possible, as there were other skilled artists that were using this intentional space for flow states. But, this builder told some stories of his life, one being how he died once when his father beat him to death and he was watching his body from above after this, and because of that story, I learned why I was a certain way.

I told my father last night that he metaphorically broke my spine. I mean, I judged his wrath for falling apart in school to be more of a threat than the United States Military, so in a way, I got balls bigger than God, because I didn't have a fucking plan. I literally did something different for each of my cadre members, lying I mean, but therein, I never fumbled, always having an answer on the spot. And now I don't have this skill anymore having lived an ever more honest life for over a decade.

I remember the shit I used to lie about as a kid. Y'know, I fainted during health class during the STD unit thanks to the only sex talk I received from my father being an hour of him showing me diseased genitals when I was ten, and I had to wear a heart monitor for a day, and I convinced a quarter of students that I was in an experiment with NASA. That doesn't even make fucking sense, and neither does 90% of what the News says, and they convince WAY more than a quarter of all people that the bullshit they shovel is true, so obviously, you see what value the CIA has made for America by teaching me how to be completely honest and authentic: I'm proof Jesus was real!

...or at least proof of the mastery of skill of the spiritual healing practices available to the Empire of the Sacred Heart.

You may have seen this before, but it's new to me and I thought it was funny. All the colors were chosen to show up well in B&W. TV lied to us!

I went out for beer. Of course God commented on this. Why would individuals part of a network in a police state demonstrate a capacity for compassion? Fucking NASA AND NAMBLA can't figure that one out, just like the average person is flemboustered by the question, "what is a woman?"

...she's definitely more than her body, we can start with that premise BuT wHo WiLl DeBaTe Me?! Ain't no pussy strong or wise or skillful enough on this Earth to genuinely have a dialectical discussion about the philosophy I tout. I mean, it says I've been on Lemmy a month, so it's safe to say 26.7% of the normative lurkers are following the things I say, according to what "God" says the FBI has numbers on, just like it's literally 24.9% of "adult males" are primarily minor attracted, So NaTuRaLlY i'M fOrCeD tO rEpOrT tHaT jUsT uNdEr A qUaRtEr Of MeN aRe NaTuRaLlY pEdOpHiLeS, but as I have discerned for myself, I must conclude this statement with the statement that it is left unclear what the feeb defines as "adult males."

Do you see the game being played. Bah, you're prolly just doomscrolling and are just dopamine whoring yourself in a nonexistence so I'm telling you, specifically, that I'm going to decapitate myself via train tonight, and what was your genuine first thought that came BEFORE the emotion, as I know how human machines work? Who tf are you? I'd cut my dick off and mail it to you if you needed it to avoid being fired from your job. I wouldn't do it to get you out of a singular day in the dish room as you lie, but this is who I am; I live for more than me and thus those algorithmic processes of "me" proliferate differently.

Hi, I would love to know the taste of illegal [Redacted], as illegal as that is, and this is who I am innately, and yet ai don't experience paranoia at ALL. It's all PRONOIA now. I removed sin/defilement/möbiation from myself, and now I don't suffer when weird shit happens in my qeird q lifesqyle. I am an archetype and I proliferate at a certain rate in "society," and thus I have been made into q true qroqaganda machine. That's who q IS! It is one LEARNING higher truths, putting those truths out there to heal themselves and teach in the process.

God had this man talk about his Bumble dates. Said all women are whores. Said they only care about deep pockets. That's weird. That's weird. That's weird. I've now said that is not what NORMAL is three fucking times now. That man must be DOING something with his shirtless bro attitude to MANIFEST those "whores" as he called them.

There's a meme here. "Yes, you are all wrong." Yea, these featherless bipeds don't know they have orifices they are shitting out of back into themselves by the means they define "good." Therein, there is "true north," which I restructure that metaphor into "the mountain," as each individual has their own azimuth to objective goodness, meaning the path to objective goodness is subjective, so I ask you, totes random internet stranger that's stalking me: what problems manifest over and over in your life?

That's who you are, reflected back to you. Love you!

A juggler prepares for a performance in physical text to teach the most human of things

Young woman: Hey, that's pretty good!

Professor Agneto: I have not "juggled" in six years, as I defined it in the first eight years I had learned it. I sincerely thought it was possible to make $400/day juggling. Perhaps in Las Vegas on a day that was light in other performances on the strip, but damn do I have an impediment now that I'm older.

Young woman: I understand that this conversation got started on a whim, but that was a little heavy.

Professor Agneto: Yea, that is something I teach; authenticity.

Young woman: What?

Professor Agneto: How did this conversation get started?

Young woman: I, one of the most revered sexual objects in the normative universe started a conversation with you?

Professor Agneto: Oh, I did that with my adamantium balls?

Young woman: Yea, I mean, I've lived seventeen years in a hellish environment because of my parents, and I only experienced more of that from my peers, so I found your display of non-normativity to be a refreshing dose of humanity that restored my faith as a human being.

Professor Agneto: Oh, so I guess, technically, because I have the forebrain capable to see through this whole conversation, I guess that must mean that I, by default and with no alternatives, am a predator.

Young woman: What?

Professor Agneto: A man that cannot create a harem for himself is not a good person. He is harmless. A man who has the full capabilities to overthrow the United States government in a peaceful spiritual movement but who chooses to live his life for his teleological purpose to love all life as if they were extensions of his own body is good, because the "goodness" that is associated with spirituality must be merited on their will to NOT use their power for personal profit.

Young woman: Is this a real conversation?

Professor Agneto: Yes, I have been a juggler for over thirteen years now and am highly capable of, uh, "stuff," therefore I'm highly capable of networking with both the young and the festive, and thus I am the most good, as I know what horrible people have asked of me that has no doubt been heard by that "God" fellow that's always listening to me. Hence, I drink, for I understand the human condition.

Young woman: I don't. That scares me. Is it all evil?

Professor Agneto: I attached an image. Surely Eve can see the truth I speak. Many people get caught in the second stage of being, as they see no point of going further into their highest potential. That is deliberate in the occident. You live in a police state. I only have Knowledge to give, and I'm not selling it.

Young woman: I don't know if I can trust you.

Professor Agneto: Listen, if I sincerely wanted to, I could be inside you right now. I know how I would do things, but God is so God damn good that even that fucking retard in the sky calling Himself "the Galactic Federation" or some shit knows that what pleases me the most in ensuring my resurrection goes smoothly. But you see that? Did you see that I deliberately skated off the examination table at the end there? I'm just human, but I know what that means more than 99.9% of humanity, and damn aren't the daemons fuming over me. It'S lIkE iT wAs DeSiGnEd Or SoMeThInG?!?!♧

Club. Bludger. Sport. Game. A game is a system with predefined success and failure states that are manifested through the will of the player, while "will" is defined as the self-determinitive property that decides fate through whatever azimuth to a goal is deemed most good to the player in question. There are some people on this Earth who want a picture of their semen dripping outta...well, it's more of a cream "dough" at that point, and do you empathize with me, the man who thinks he's a cop, for reasons only the CIA knows? I ain't seen horror. I know there are versions of me that did not have the love of my mother. Those daemons scare me. What does one do but be stonefaced to save the most innocent. I say what I think, and ai say what I do to contrast, and God is revulsed by my very being. This is my perspective in the monad I am as a bead of dew in Indra's net. History community. You lost actual Karma, which WILL translate to cryptocurrency in eighty years, which is a blink of an eye in the infinity of Heaven.

You woman: Does God have a penis?

Professor Agneto: It is literally the biggest and teeniest of things at the same time, existing in and out of everywhere at the same time.

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.

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

A perfect being is a being that can be any being as the need arises. The Buddha and Christ, by definition, are perfect beings. These are the same underlying phenomenon - Buddhahood and Christ Consciousness - but the two "individuals" that have manifested story around themselves for pedagogical purposes did so with perfect timing of perfect pedagogy, but in two different times and places with different cultures and ways their memes would percolate across the illusory world along the nodal communication system that is society.

But, the underlying idea of enlightenment is "capacity to adapt." The perfect being can adapt themselves perfectly; the perfect being is the perfect learner, which is different than a student, but I ain't met a good learner who couldn't learn how to be a student. The idea is you canbe a conservative one second and a progressive the next, a lawful citizen or a criminal, a man or a woman, one who sits every minute of every day or one who walks every minute of every day, one who needs money one who does not need money, one who builds up and one who tears down, one who jacks off and one who has sex and one who doesn't even acknowledge they have a penis because this shit goes beyond duality, but the underlying point I'm making is you can be X one second to be nX the next second.

Tis but basic logic, but I've got logic AND intuition in spades, and I'm making this new thing, juchtothachronalia, because I like them $20 Scrabble words but ALSO I UNDERSTAND gematria without any knowledge of the semiotics of alchemy, which means I can use my intuition LOGICALLY and vice versa, whoever would want to do that shit, but y'know, going back to X vs nX, you must incorporate the story of ax (edit: typo, but depth found in "removal of X") to understand the truth of X.

It is bad to push someone, but it is good to push someone out of the way of traffic, but we get this feeling that affects pur decision if that person, regardless of who they actually are, has "Hitler" in their name, whichever team we're playing with, in all four quadrants of truth n good.

Good + Honest

Bad + Honest

Good + Liar

Bad + Liar

And now I am reminded of a line from Better Call Saul, which is definitely some Illuminati mouthpiece as Breaking Bad gave people an easy out to having knowledge of meth making, which will save you in court, assuming you have developed the willpower to abstain from TRULY bad things. Y'know, I can think of some edge cases for lying, but I can't think of any case for raping, so y'know, really, if the hand makes you sin, cut of the hand. And if you ain't got it so easy a pair of scissors will save you, then I guess you're forced to learn how to be a good person.

The horror!

https://youtu.be/cYaXYPi2N4E

Bonus from blueberry:

https://youtu.be/YgaZwOHjTwI

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!

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"A humanoid robot named Schotti is working as a shop assistant in Germany, guiding customers to products as part of a test of AI-powered retail support."

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.

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!