Master of fate?

It seems to me that the mentally deficient Jew conspirators fancy themselves “masters of fate” for being the very same evil that the prophecy warned was going to arrive. For some reason they think doing so was an avoidance of what was known about them. Perhaps this is just any sort of circumcision delusion about their inferiority which they refuse to accept.

In any case, if you ever think you “mastered” fate or “changed” your fate, you are in fact beholden to fate because you believe there was even a fate to change! You mastered nothing, but became a slave to what you are unwilling to accept.

The truth about circumcision in a social context has nothing to do with fate or spirituality. It is not a mystical concept of religion. It is not supernatural. The truth of circumcision is equivalent to a mathematical outcome of absolute certainty, which proves circumcision false, wrong, and self-destructive in the most ultimate way. There is no reason to argue about it, deny it, or try to change that fact, and the more you try, the more you create for yourselves an imaginary fate that you will never be able to overcome without accepting it.

That’s just the truth of the matter.

It’s like Daniel told Nebuchadnezzar — “Bro, y’all be sittin’ all high and mighty in your opulence and riches, but when you get a hold of this here wisdom, you’re gonna be out there in a field with the poor people begging.”

That’s because as certain as mathematical concepts are numerically with formulas and equations, morality in a social context is true. People who equate riches, opulence, and fancy status and thrones do the opposite of making themselves powerful or worthy. They spend their entire lives seeking that, but then someone like me comes along who shakes the very foundation of civilization itself with my footsteps casually walking about, laying waste to nations with my word alone, sending military leaders running in fear where they cower in hiding, afraid to confront me. I’m just an ordinary dude, except I didn’t seek power, I sought truth, and truth led me to power, and it was nowhere near riches, money, opulence, appearances, or fancy status and titles.

I am not going to go to your homes and sanctuaries to take from you all the bull shit that you don’t even have because you covet it and are afraid to lose it. It’s already lost if you’re afraid to lose it, or you’ve never had it to begin with. You people have nothing I want. I would not even be writing stuff like this about you if you weren’t annoying me with your corruption and inability to do the simple tasks of social governance and economic growth. It’s embarrassing really, and I don’t need any of your election offices, any military, any billions of dollars, or any of your friends to do everything that you wish you could do, having failed miserably using all that bull shit you think is power, but is nothing of the sort. That is power to a beast, yes, but not to a human being, and that is why you people who cut yourself off from everyone else thinking your riches were your salvation will never be able to stand up to me as equals. Those riches aren’t going to do you much good for long.

However, despite all that, I’m going to take all your money, “power”, and fancy worldly stuff from you. Seize it by force and you will be powerless to stop me. Everything that is yours I am going to make mine and give you nothing for it. You will be a defeated enemy and those will be my spoils of war.

That is not all. Then I am going to use those spoils of war to do so much more than you ever thought possible, demonstrating that people like you are too irresponsible and incompetent to ever be trusted. The days of you rich tyrants are over, and I’m not going to go anywhere near you to end your lives. You are going to just bring it all over to my feet lay it down as an offering begging for my forgiveness, and then walk off in poverty to be hated until the day you die, unless you do something worthy of redemption, but I doubt you people are capable. It’s an option though. You can call it your Prison of Hope.

Wrath for the rich

Oh you rich people…

lovely maidens and decent hard-working folk that are upstanding citizens excluded…

oh you vile rich people…

You think you can do anything with the lives of us poor people.

You think you can use your money to move me about like a pawn for your false prophecy, decide my fate with your “deals” that never include me. You think that your economic and social privilege makes you some sort of “judge” over my decisions and thus you can edit my life like your personal entertainment or pet that only rich people can “enjoy”. You think you can sell my information as a human slave while working underneath me as servant of the law that is enforced in my domain of freedom. You think those laws which I follow by choice don’t apply to you because you are rich and you can bribe your way through the police department and I cannot afford such corruption. You think you are immune from exposure because you can hire attorneys to defend you, cover your tracks, and incriminate your enemies while poor people cannot get any legal defense except when you attack us for sport and bring us to the court room. You think that just because you can intimidate your underlings to do what you want by holding them in dependency of your scraps, that they are loyal.

You rich people think that you can do that because you have been able to get away with doing it for so long, but you have never been able to do that, and you will not get away, nor will those who came before you, no matter how old or dead they may be. We will find them, bring to light what has been hidden in darkness, and they will be condemned while they rot in their grave at the very least.

The fact that something is possible does not mean you have a right to do it, especially when it concerns another person’s life.

What could be so dangerous about a fucking with just one unloved poor guy? What can he do to someone like the president? He is defenseless against a president’s corrupt unofficial payroll for a private army. Look at him scream, suffer, and cry out for help, breaking down on the brink of suicide over and over again! Let’s give him another push while he tries to get on his feet and laugh at him when he falls over in the mud again. Let’s display him suffering in front of our rich friends at a party while we make a show of power over human beings who have no control over what we, the rich, and few are doing to them. That is true power is it not? That is what it means to be a god, no?

What happens when they fuck with the most fucked up person in the world? A person who is already unraveled, unhinged, and barely hanging on to his sanity.

Ah, he really is having a hard time with this sport. I've never had so much fun! Let’s see how much of a reaction we can get out of him! How good it is to be rich!

I am going to get you people back. I am going to get every last one of you. I am going to make a spectacle out of what happens to you on such a scale that rich people in the future will be terrified of merely looking at a poor person in the wrong way, and never dream of interfering in our lives without explicit, signed, and legal consent. They will fear the accident of a misplaced glance because of what will happen to them in their time, and all because of what happened in my time. All because of what happened when a rich person bullied, tortured, and dehumanized the most fucked up man in the world, who also happened to be the most important and powerful man in the world. Powerful in ways you did not believe was possible. Far more powerful than you could ever hope to be, and we both know it, as well as your friends when they watch you react to what I am doing to you from down here, poor as poor can be.

He thought he couldn’t be reached, that rich, evil fool. He thought he was safe in his tower and would be protected by the United States military forever since he was president. He thought he was truly a god! He thought he would never be found out because someone before him made a secret law for a classification that only the president could access, and neither Congress nor the Supreme Court could know what happens in there, and they agreed to it! Certainly the public doesn’t know. The public has been kept out of the loop for over fifty years now! They’ll never be allowed to know what the government is planning!

No matter how this plays out, I am going to get you back. I don’t know how just yet, because it’s going to be difficult since it needs to be very, very, horrible, eye-avertingly wrathful suffering upon suffering with no end— an eternity of pain to experience for eternity, but it also needs to be appropriately lawful. That may take some time for a man like me to work out how to make happen, but I will. That I can promise you. After all, am I not Nick Bylotas, the Return of the F****** King?

Taylor Swift… you are involved in what they are doing but you do not realize how out of your depth you are in. You do not realize the kind of danger you are in. I will help you if I can, because I know you well enough ever since I heard your first song on the radio. That was… 2005? Sometime in high school.

If I’m going to help you, I need to know what happened to you, and so do you. Where you went wrong, so to speak.

Today I played your first album for some reason, and I realize what happened.

Just another picture to burn. You were poisoned by what I call a… maiden shank. Now… you probably didn’t do a full shank thrust, like others do, but you don’t have to do the direct and complete evil act to be affected by the corruption of evil. It was probably just a small prick of the skin to someone who was asleep if I had to wager, because you were pure of heart and couldn’t bring yourself to go through with it.

“Hang around with all of your best friends!”

That’s where you went wrong. Let me tell you why: we don’t care about stuff like that. That doesn’t affect us. We don’t get jealous like that. If we are through, you cannot make us jealous. You missed your chance unless you come back, and if you try to whore around to “get back” at us that will only backfire on you. Someone like the guy in the song, who is like myself, needs to grow up for themselves before they can give anything to you of ourselves. We don’t have anything to give you until we make it on our own and actually are standing on our two feet. That’s why he was likely not willing to go there with you. Simply not ready, and not interested in “pretending”, like so many fakers do. The reason why we are not interested in "pretending” is the very reason why I am in a position right now to write anything to you directly without ever having met you, and why you cannot find a man you like among so many others. They are all fake!!!

Part of being real and true, means not being dishonest with anything, even the smallest things or most private things you think only to yourself. If you grow up like that… you get truly good, and then when you make it on your own and stand on your own two feet like I am, you don’t even have to do anything, which is why we don’t get jealous. Other people aren’t competition in that way, and somehow we always knew that. You either see us or you don’t, and if you don’t, too bad, because that’s your problem, not ours.

So, I can help you with that. Just come befriend me the normal way. No disguises, no false identities. If I can’t abide with the fame of your popularity, that’s my problem, not yours, but I assure you I can. You people don’t intimidate me or impress me all that much. Some do, but it is not the fame and popularity that impresses me. It is another aspect of their pure hearts that I admire and respect, which is the same of any person no matter what they do, even if they aren’t famous or popular.

That’s one of the reasons why us poor folk aren’t all that interested in the money and status that rich people go crazy for. The respect and admiration of someone good and true is worth more than all the money can buy, all the fame can celebrate, and all else. For that, you just have to be good and true yourself because it’s not as easy as it may seem to be very good, and if you can do it, you will respect anyone else who does it and never feel threatened, jealous, or challenged by their goodness, no matter how much better they become if compared to you.

So… cease your dilly dallying and if you are going to cloak yourself in darkness, cloak yourself in light instead. Make a spectacle of your arrival as who you want to think you are by being in the darkness! Hiding in darkness like that is not for one’s vanity, pleasure, or fun. That is only done on that level because it is necessary and for reasons of the greatest importance that they are risking their life for by putting themself in extreme danger as a professional capable of handling any threat at all.

That’s not you, and I doubt you would want that if you understood what it was. Do not argue with me. Just walk out, and if you are afraid of having been seen by what is in the darkness and threatened by what they may do, hang around me until you learn what you need to not be. Did you know that one of the people in there was so inhumanely evil as the one at the beginning of this writing? Did you know that he is just a pawn in a larger scheme of people who are far worse?

Get out of that business at once, and take any other creative artists out with you that you can, even if you are enemies. You are enemies on a different level than what you are in the dark and can resume that later if you want. It would be different if you had a legitimate temple with priestesses and a mystery cult along with a rival on the other end of the temple quarter with a different goddess, but you do not have that. That is public, and that is real spiritual power, not an interpretation of idolatry that is confused as faith. Religion is not a trick, a scheme, or a conspiracy, and religion is not powerful because it is often backed by worldly objects like guns, money, and governments serving to protect it. Religion is powerful because it is true love.

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The Lord of the Rings. “One ring to rule them all, one ring to bind them…”

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Annnyway, the concept of the One Ring— let me fill you in: long ago, there were ten kings, one of them was Sauron. He made an agreement to form a circle of power with the nine other kings under the premise of sharing the power that he alone had access to which they did not understand was his. He made them each a ring of power and then a secret one for himself to have power over all of them.

Do you know what happened to those nine kings: the became undead wraiths of evil! They are not kings… the are not even men anymore. They have a cursed and corrupt existence of unnatural life very much like Gollum does.

Now, we are about to “undress the maiden” a bit here, but it’s necessary, so prepare yourself for a revelation.

Those nine kings are kings of men with kingdoms—nations so to speak. Sauron is also a king of a nation, but there is something more to it than that— he is a Jew. What do those nine kings all believe? Various forms of bull shit about Jesus the Christ and Allah and circumcision that they made up for their own vanity and ego. They do not realize that all Christians are beholden to the Jew king because that is the origin of all of their beliefs. That is why they became the slaves of Sauron and Sauron took all their power.

They do not have that authority in that religion that they all want to pretend they have, but the Jew is the only one who is justified to pretend because that is their Story and only their Story. The Bible and Qur’an is a Story about them and only them. They may wear different names or labels, but they are always the same Jews running the others around with a secret circle the others don’t know about.

That happened before! In history a bunch of idiots made that mistake, and someone made it right. They solved the problem by destroying that ring by carrying “the Christ” as themselves all the way to true love, where there is no maiden. There is only doom, despair, death, and destruction. Both Frodo and myself knew that from the beginning, but we were both best suited to destroy that damn accursed ring compared to the idiots squabbling over it as if they never heard of Jews before or ever thought to consider what the story of the Bible is about and why people care, because they do even if you do not.

No it’s not all that big a deal. I crush that god damn ring in my hand and turn it dandelion fluff to send off in the breeze, and do you know why? Sauron and the Jews are both pretenders of an idolatry that puts land before the divine. They have a religious faith that idolizes territory of the earth as their “holy land” and that is what has become their “God”. They are stupid. They started circumcising for land that was promised to them as their object of idolatry and they have never had a valid religion. That land cannot be given to anyone anyway, it is land! All that happened was they made a covenant with another pretender who was just some random dude doing an ancient social experiment.

Someone like me sees all that happening and stays far away from it to avoid conflict and enjoy the humble comforts of serenity and peace away from them. I don’t care, honestly. I believe in truth, know the truth personally, and don’t need other people to tell me theirs or confirm it. Also, they are wretched people and it is easier and better to live outside of civilization with less, than it is to live with a lot in civilization and suffer Jews as neighbors.

Except now… that’s impossible. There is nowhere left to go. So, I’m moving to the city, and first things first—- Jews begone! And Sauron puffs out of existence. That’s better.

Since I’m living here now, there are going to be some changes. First of all, you people have to wise up because you are all stupid for falling for that old Jew trick again. Second of all, here’s the new law to clean up all the filth you people are leaving everywhere— good is loved evil is reviled, do good, reject evil with no exceptions and zero tolerance. Third: while I’m up here, all the cute and lovely maidens may join me for fun and happiness you also didn’t realize was possible, while also learning the spiritual mastery of the secret mysteries of the true mystery cult I’m going to start to have something to do with my time so I don’t get bored.

Everyone else go away. Here is the Way of the Story. Connect the dots, then color it in, and if you have any questions ask a neighbor, look it up, and if you still don’t know, ask me directly by sending the person who owns the question.

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Why are you still here?

Go.

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