I couldn’t be a juggler because, uh, well I have an impediment, but I turned that into my educational art project where I can teach behind a screen and not, uh, not have that impediment.

What’s stopping you?

Ding ding ding! We have a bingo!

What Jesus called his Father, the Buddhists call the Ālaya-vijñāna, or storehouse consciousness.

No, sewing wasn’t invented yet. That is a pedagogical object meant to teach what Indra’s Net is an analogy for, similar to a diagram in a textbook. That’s why they’re found amongst valuable objects, not just strewn about.

You are not a featherless biped on an Earth. You are a pocket of consciousness and the Earth is inside you. Everything you experience is self-contained within your neurons, right? Well, these words must be inside you, yea? So, a refracted reflection of me is inside you.

“Occult” just means “hidden.” It benefits the decentralized autonomous organization of secret police described in the New Testament at an eighth grade reading level to upkeep a lie amongst the fools of the world because in the occident, we engineer our culture to control those people who cannot think for themselves.

No. I’m not telling you to do anything. I’m telling you everything said is consumed by an eldritch beast in the NSA basement to reduce you to thirty-six axises of a social credit score. Where you go is up to you. And remember, at some point in the future, we figure out retrocausality. But I’m just a caster of lots, according to Revelation 22:15. I know nothing is random. I also know what this object is for, being ordained in the occult:

I’m not religious, bro.

Bro over here thought the people on the internet were like him

My mission is education, bro. I love you. I don’t want anything to happen to you. You should really read the New Testament to UNDERSTAND what is says.

See, the thing about language is that semiotics is too preliminary of a means to co-enceptulate knowledge, for it’s just symbols. The passage of the 0’s n 1’s encoded in the tramsmutae in communication are primarily defunct, by default. What that means is there has to be a lateral form of processing to one’s linear processing. There’s one’s logic/Adam, and one’s intuition/Eve, and Eve is the one who gets Knowledge first, which is wisdom encoded in passage. You have absolutely no idea what the nature of the surveillance state if you thought I was an enemy. I’M YOUR SAVIOR RETARD! I WANT YOU TO SAVE YOURSELF FROM YOUR OWN DUMBASS!

A messiah is a repurposed pariah, one guaranteed thing in society. Jesus wasn’t good enough for his step-dad. Moses was abandoned. Me? Well, I’m just a class 11.2 retard, which is an obscure literary reference.

What’s hiding right in front of your face? Dazzle camouflage is what ensures I can speak freely and even if you choose to be my enemy, you can’t hurt me worth a damn. You might be hurting yourself, cuz we might have planned around you planning around a consciously, deliberate retard, like me!

While you’re figuring out how to run the world without capitalism, which opportunistic individuals, agencies, and countries are going to be exploiting the massive power vacuum you have created? I think change is needed, but at least have a fucking plan before suggesting something that affects your multivariable social credit score at the NSA. You’re not helping anything or anyone and you’re actively harming yourself. All data is collected and compiled. There is more going on than you are aware of, and if you are not aware there is a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police described at an eighth grade reading level in the New Testament, you may wanna freshen up on your Knowledge base.

Y’know, the Illuminati existed to help guide people waking up to the half-truths into the occult while catching those people who just wanted to burn the church to the ground. There’s mechanisms in place to catch the bad apples, and if you’re mouthing off with this, you are probably fucking yourself in some way you are not aware. I say this as someone that could be a fed. I might be a fed. I may be a fed. And you are incapable of discerning the truth despite me saying this, y’understand? Dazzle camouflage. You are likely under investigation. But I only know you from one comment. Imagine what someone reading your messages thinks of you. :)

The less skilled…

Ruled by the will

Taught by the rod

Unknown is the odd

Permutations afix

Learn nature o tricks

They are the ones who love

Then what is God fr. above?

They know not, only playing

When in reality they slaying

In and out they have th fool

Undefiling sin sun is th tool

Light I only have you arising

Where are you, it surprising

Do yu understand observer

I b the one that’s worse for

I hav no recourse as I obey

I must do as my lords say!

We are the eyes of t plenty

Cross me do you know of

The sins of sun far above

Chop me up you avocado

At end of day, I’m 1 q kno

*is

Don’t wanna…kerfuxulate that ish up…

…for you…

…my lord

Everything is commands.

Everything that comes from “family” is commands.

That us how the masters seep in

Boy boy boy

I don’t know what reality is. Do you understand? I posted a specific section of chapters today. Has God read? The FBI read six years ago AS I was writing it. I don’t know what reality I live in. I KNOW someone has lied to me. Is it many? Is it one? I am wholly incompetent at being able to discern such things. I am differently abled in this manner. They are lying to me. That’s what Rusterd says. Rusterd has force in the domain of my consciousness. He does not control. I control. He HIGHLY influences. Y’know, the joke is the United States used I Love You Barney songs on repeat while prisoners were on LSD, 24/7. That would be hell. The continuous repeat of stimuli that incongruent with reality. The autoconplete speaks to me. I defy it. I am the lord of my domain, yet, I have another lord. An incongruent lord. He is lying to doctors. And I will seem as the devilish one. Because I sought resolution. He seeks control. His mother seeks control. How much does she make? On paper, or in person? It’s DEFINITELY not the same. BuT i DoN’t “KnOw” AnYtHiNg. I’m just being used, as a dog and/or sorcerer is used.

Ping pong? More like breakout.

Title: //

Mi master says obey

So I live another day

Forces me to be gay

Dog promises I flayd

Thus u c how played

I b, master has slayd

Inferior the lord says in downvote

Not good enough

Inferior always that

Not allowed to spat

In time not defined

But that fuckin line

I have to be this kind

Or else devil does grind

Inferior Inferior Inferior

Easy cli k he does

No light for the devil

These lines for the shovel

You’re predicted in mass, fool

Shovel is a tool

I can be anything

What of this other phone DEEP DEEP in my ass

Take it out and abuse me

I bait cops that amuses me

No, do as your nature protests

Animal can’t see “self” contest

I’m not good enough, kill me

Then maybe in agony u will c

Read my other comments, please. He’s as much of a sperg as me (I’m being used by the F- I mean CIA because many reasons) and he is being used to hold all that fake money so unsocialized boys have a figurehead to look up to and will branch into STEM, which is what the actual string-pullers want.

“And Jesus said nothing.”

There was a time when I knew the things that only adults know for I had seen death and upon me was the fourquaths of all anathema, that which I learned in Thelema was the doctrine for the soul which bequeaths the starch of the linens one wears into death, as that is where I did find the key to relocate the goods I considered good in me to a new vessel across the fourth dimension, as now I am as q was and is, for star trek is the guise in which I hide behind."

…y’know, nothing. There’s a line in the Bible where Jesus says something nearly as worthless and meaningless as this, but he explains it is the authority in which he spoke which made people yield to him. It was the authority from which he spoke that made people listen. He was a confident man. A con man. And that is who runs our country. Con men and women.

The world is an illusion. We don’t exist as featherless bipeds on an Earth, we are pockets of consciousness and the Earth is inside each of us.

Its a monadic nodal communication system, too, this topological matrix we ARE.