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?
