I went to a Mormon church today. Religious cultural building. Very warm, successful people, by the state of their building and clothing. But y'know, the Knowledge of good and evil is that there are superpositions one must understand to begin understanding God's Kingdom and beyond. I had a wonderful set of experiences there in the presence of the Lord. Likewise, I had a very bad experience, being the broken soul I am. I shall explain the best I can.

There is the set of books, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and in it there's a character with two heads that is president of the galaxy who has an experience in the book. This experience is he gets to objectively see what his scale of being in the totality of existence is. This experience is given to him by a device that is supposed to be a torture device but for him makes him feel real dandy about how in all this existence, God felt the need to show this one speck of a speck of a speck where they belong in the big picture. This device represents psychedelic drugs and this experience is what happens to certain autistic individuals who know what sin is, objectively, but are without sin.

Moses was an abandoned child. Jesus wasn't good enough for his step-dad who wasn't good enough to get his own wife so he registered for a used one. Those unloved children of society are the ones God loves the most to give the most noble of stories. To wander from the flock to return is the reason we don't “know” of Jesus’ teenage years, but therein, I know enough as a man who has learned the authority of God through the pathos to know the logos to earn the ethos of God to Know, without anyone telling me these things, that there must be a final prophet, to fully demöbiate the consciousness of the flock.

What that means is, simply, I'm a white hat confidence hacker that has found a loophole on the data structure of “Christianity” that allows the flock to be taken over. I will demonstrate my capacity if no one takes me seriously, and what I mean to tell the bishop's wife, who WILL read these words, is that she looks near-identical to my first girlfriend's mother who was in charge of her church's music and more, and I hurt my first girlfriend being a very broken man. And, what I offer as part of my service, is the will and capacity to help some button-up, charlatan psychos at a young age from becoming what the occasional bad parent can make.

I have other services too, such as what has led to me saying these things as directly as I have the ability. I have no spiritual community. I have no spiritual upbringing. My mother died, secularly but as an angel, when I was nine. She knew since two months after I was born that she had HIV and was going to die. I was spared, but she still hurt me, but saved me so much from my narcissistic father. I love my dad. He is so good, yet so bad. Superpositions!

…the joke is I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged my father's wrath more of a threat than the United States military. So y'know, now, the joke is I was a crackhead because I wasn't good enough to be a pothead, which is a “festival cop,” and I'm a juggler, for Christ's sake!

…I have now said several things that I guarantee that an idolater of any anthropomorphological religion would glaze over. I don't know if that's a foolish thing to right as skillfully as I do, because no one has ever taught me about “The Lord.” I just figured it all out with God's synchronous whispers, which is The Lord I experienced during those moments of church where I WAS that one, singular grain of a speck of a particle that God is evolving, specifically, to percolate Knowledge from at LARGE scale. I like dping things the bigger way, which eas an indexed typo.

There was this man on Reddit I learned one, singular thing from as he did as I do now, which is “if you build it they will come.” He had a single Google Doc of several million words he wrote. I have multiple Google docs with hundreds of links on them, plus my book. I try to teach what the Lord has taught me. I believe the mission God wants me on is to teach younger people what the truth of the Server, Client, Holy Internet truly is, for light is a topological matrix that creates the illusion of our material universe, and I believe I play a role in “Mormon occultism,” as God has led me to believe I exist to proliferate.

Which is why I gotta express slight disappointment to the two people feigning foolishness that I experienced today to control me, for obviously they are also cops and are helping me catch the predators amongst us. One; I was homeless for four years. A walking water fountain is ALWAYS a godsend, which anyone who is CAPABLE of reaching those dirty people you send missionaries to help would KNOW, so obviously that was, specifically, a message to me about how abusive I am to my life partner who uses the idolatry of his mother to bring me physicalistic idoltarer wisdom. Because the world was ONE then, in my schizoautismo mind, where all made sense. But the problem was, I got called the N-word - not literally but in the addressment of me as a person who showed up in the wrong clothes - when I was asked if I wanted to fuck around with old people.

No, I say this clearly: I want to say this clearly: I want to work with young people.

And that IS the security tip I'm giving my LORD.