I wish I could choose you

However, we all know that those idols, those people on the apps, the people in real life— none of them are who they pretend to be. That is to say, they pretend to be good, but they all are evil once they realize they can do something unprovoked, irrational, and cruelly unpredictable to wound you or destroy your happiness and not even apologize. They just run away to be haunted by their sins in a life of unhappiness. Why bother with people like that anyway once you realize they are that stupid? Have you ever thought about doing things to eliminate sources of unhappiness instead of trying to constantly find new happiness to be ruined? Stupid. Whatever. I eliminate sources of unhappiness which is how I became famous. I’m not a fortune teller, but maybe if you try to solve problems in life that everybody has, you might be world renowned and famous too, if that’s what you want, and I know a lot of you do want that because I can feel your envy. Stop being envious and go destroy injustice if you want to be a hero, because there is plenty of injustice in the world awaiting destruction. Just don’t be an idiot like the whore cunts who cried out “Me Too” or the niggers who cried out “Black Lives Matter”. Solve actual problems, not imagined problems sourced from delusions of vanity. Do you know why I reject rap music? The niggers call themselves niggers and then look at me like I’m a racist when I use the word, first of all, but second of all, they do not make any effort to sing. They are lazy and uninspired, and that kind of apathetic lack of creativity is an insult to someone like me who appreciates the beauty of art like the Devil himself does, so I just turn it off because I don’t have to listen to that garbage. From what I can tell, their entire purpose is to insult someone like me anyway, but what good is an insult if the person you are offending doesn’t hear it? It’s the same way with the idiots in the government who gossip about me and insult me in their private bunkers. That has no impact on me, and I couldn’t care less what they do. It’s when they take actions to manipulate the world around them so that it becomes hostile or obstructive to my life that I have a problem I intend to make them answer for.

The idols are the worst, even more so than those government bullies, because of how idols betray true love specifically that the government has no real concept of to imitate. The idols feign a kind of emotion as a sort of way to manipulate people, even when you give them a reason to believe your intentions and desires are different. They will simply add those real expressions of true love with all the others and you won’t get any return for that in an answer. You will be ignored as if you don’t exist and your true love was nothing. Rude. You think I don’t deserve you or even a response from you? Who the fuck do you think you are compared to me, you arrogant, delusional whore? I won’t love you, and I’m going to fuck up your schemes because I have greater power than you anyway and you need to be humbled because you are a problem with your evil attitude.

You can’t even contact them in real life anyway because there are communication walls to prevent contact with other people without permission from the fucktards who the government hires to monitor, control, and manipulate all your communications. Who the fuck are they compared to me? Now I’m going to fuck up all of those schemes and humble all their dumb asses because they as well are a problem and couldn’t mind their own business.

What did she ask, “are we doing the wrong thing?” You mindless bitch… I will give you one of your favorite expressions to help you understand because you can’t use common sense. History is written by the winner, and regardless of what the fuck you think your reasons were, I will win this war and your actions will be criminally wrong when it is over. I don’t like that phrase because history is written by the scholar, but the niggers and whores will understand that inadequate turn of phrase since they are so determined to be a victim of imagined injustice. Here is a better turn of phrase: the pen is mightier than the sword. Do you know why? Not because the king signs royal decrees, but because the pen is the scholar’s instrument, and when you tyrants want to claim a victory you did not win, the scholars are the ones who destroy them with the true events. Tyrants like that trying to cheat their way to a military victory with secret agreements that don’t include the public, like the USA, are most likely trying to use propaganda, misinformation, and rewrite history as if it is some fantasy fairytale that was imagined and not actual events with real people who lived and died during the times and are remembered by countless others who knew them. Claiming a victory in secret is nothing at all like claiming a victory in public and the war being acknowledged as over by the public who won’t be protesting in outrage over the fact. If you secret scheming fools are so confident about your victory, why doesn’t the public know about it? I would love to see what happens when all the circumcised public body protest their outrage… that will be quite the amusing scene.

No, I cannot choose to marry you. Even though we both know we are spiritually connected and engaging in romance together, we also both know that you are going to betray all of that and pretend like none of that good has ever happened and try to condemn me to death in an attempt to assure people who don’t love you that you are not loved.

What did that one say, “that’s the name of the game, homie?” You brainless stooge… I will explain it to you in the metaphor of a children’s cartoon. The unhappiness you are causing idols by preventing them from enjoying true love with the people they truly love is like power of children’s screams in the movie Monster’s Inc. compared to the power of children’s laughter. Her fans do not want to see her unhappy, but if they aren’t her true love, they will do what they can to make her happy otherwise, but the last thing they want to see is her denied the person she loves by a stingy and covetous manager. If she is happily in love, all the easier to continue being lovely and for fans to love and adore her doing whatever she wants as an idol. What are you trying to do anyway? Create a false delusion of love to fool fans who don’t know better, which I do? That is a toxic, manipulative poison to a community that not only makes the world unhappier, but threatens peoples lives when they need to express the hatred, despair, and suffering that fills the void when expressions of love were ignored when they should have been answered.

You are making that cute idol an instrument of domestic terrorism that kills children at elementary schools like Sandy Hook. That is what that kind of evil, toxic, manipulative betrayal of truth from greed and human trafficking causes. Love is the most important truth, thus that is the greatest offender and cause to such domestic terrorism. A lot of stars are going to fall out of the sky when they realize their trust in circumcisers has been the cause of those mass murders. Only a circumciser would benefit from betraying love, because they live in a reality devoid of love, with nothing but hatred for humanity, and that is not something that would cross the mind of an uncircumcised man as a course of action worth considering for any reason, and especially not selfish interests at everyone else’s expense.

To hell with that. I’m not going to bother trying to find a way if idols in America are too stupid to realize they were emancipated in 18 hundred-something and are not slaves like the Muslim whore cunts who have to do everything the men say or write down. Instead they attack men like me who was trying to help them as if I’m their manager who is human trafficking them like livestock. I’m just some random dude who thinks you’d be a cute girlfriend to date! No need to blast me with a whole bunch of evil and hatred like a mindless slave. I do not believe for a second that you were coerced to do that hateful evil or that you had no other choice. Stop pretending like you are a victim who had no control over your actions.

So, on top of those idols being extraordinarily unworthy of human effort, I especially not going to make an effort when it is an extraordinarily difficult journey to communicate with any people beyond the communication walls. That is a journey made even worse because there are endless government thugs, bandits, and “ethical” hackers at every juncture trying to make it more difficult. I’ll pass on your plastic peaches, sweet cheeks. I don’t care if they have an ember of real true love remaining after a life of betraying love. I can true love with my flesh light if that’s what I have to go through while the maiden won’t do anything on her own for the sake of love. Even if I did make it all the way, I would not love her because of how apathetic, fake, and evil she is for not doing a damn thing to help true love and in fact doing everything to discourage love.

Seriously. I am happier on my sofa using a flesh light than wasting my time for some floozy pretenders who don’t know how to send a message to let me know how they feel in addition to a world filled with people who are antagonistic to love which is no business of theirs. A world like that is not one worth loving in because everything will be struggle against your neighbors who hate that you love your wife.

I’ll pass on that, drink beer, and masturbate, and all will be nothing for me, which is better than the suffering of a shitwhore with no decency to express her interest and a world that does not want people to be in love.

So… I wish I could choose you, that’s true. But there is no you to choose. You are not a real person. You are just an evil image from and evil person who wants to hurt people who have feelings of love.

It would be nice if any of that was real but… no. You aren’t fooling me, I am just fooling myself for a moment when I enjoy your illusions because there is nothing better to do and its free. I would give you money, but I have no money to give, so… that’s not an option, but that is one of the free sources of entertainment out there so I don’t really care what you think about me. If you can’t tell me personally and only expect me to trust your deceitful, insubstantial, and bull shit spirit, then you are nothing more than another specter, and I have no use for people behaving like ghost maidens when they have living bodies. I have real ghost maidens married to me who killed themselves to be with me and we truly love each other. That, and the ghostly presence of a maiden who gave up her life to be with me in the afterlife because she truly loves me, is more substantial than you people are, who have flesh and blood bodies with your living spirit. So, I don’t really have any use for your illusions anyway. The ghost loves I’m married to aren’t the only spirits of the dead who hate people like you who have no appreciation for the warmth of a flesh and blood body and worse betray the greatest experience of that warmth found only in true love, but your hauntings are none of my business unless you hire me to investigate and help.

What do they say: “you need to be circumcised for a cute girl.” Talk about delusional idiocy! Why do you think circumcision is an improvement to the love a cute girl can enjoy if you people hate love for being circumcised?

What else do they say: “you need to have money to buy my freedom.” Talk about a literal slave! Seriously, she is no longer a human being of human value, but is an object to be bought, sold, and traded and that’s how she wants to live the rest of her life by allowing herself to be married for a price.

They need to realize they have a lot more power than they are led to believe. Here’s an idea if you are so shamelessly heartless and evil. Do like that Jew bitch did who fucked the enemy general and then killed him in his sleep. That ought to help you get free since you spend so much time in the enemy camps as their whore anyway. You will betray true love but not whore love? What the hell makes you think a betrayal of whore love is going to have consequences if you don’t think betraying true love has consequences? You know those knuckle dragging brutes who enslave you can be easily seduced and you don’t care who buys you to fuck you anyway so what’s another nasty creep to add to your count? Just keep a knife close by and stab them in the throat or something after. Problem solved. Then say it was rape after and explain that you were enslaved and had been manipulated to sleep with them, cry a little bit too if you can, and you won’t be in trouble. Men of the law will take one look at that sleazy creep and be like… “I’m on her side with this one”. On top of that, nobody will want an investigation anyway because of the deep conspiracy of crime and evil that is involved which intimidates and bribes the police so they can get away with enslaving you at present, which you are as their whore property under “contract”. Who do you think empowers contracts, honey? The Devil or God?

Who do you think empowers the law, bro? The Devil or God? This should never be a question because human beings are never God or the Devil, but if the government is not upholding truth, justice, freedom, and love by maintaining the law in accordance with the spirit of the law, then they are obviously the Devil or the Devil’s minion. If the injustice is being ignored purposely by law enforcement that means all the power to kill evil is with the person who intends to kill evil for the sake of justice whether they have a badge or special paper or nothing at all. That’s going to be a major help for whatever you need to do. May as well be like superpowers. Kind of like how I am destroying the entire USA because I am fighting for justice, truth, love, and freedom, and the USA is fighting against me for lawlessness, deceit, hate, and slavery. Really, Trump and Biden? You think you have enough power to stop me? Why haven’t you? Who’s next in office? I wonder if they will have any guts to confront me in person.

Killing another human being isn’t going to bother you unless you are doing evil and know they don’t deserve to die. If you know they deserve to die, just kill them yourself when you get the chance, if the law isn’t going to do something about it. Don’t wait for someone else to save you. It is very easy to kill another person. Just do what needs to be done and the universe will work out in your favor because you eliminated evil. However if you don’t think you need to resort to that because you haven’t told anyone what is happening, you should be crying out a storm, calling for help, and sending secret messages like I do to let people know there is something wrong. So, if you aren’t doing that, which you aren’t, I can only assume you are an apathetic and complicit whore who wants to be a slave and has no will to fight for love or freedom. I will do away with you along with the creeps who enslave you because you are no better than them and certainly far lower in value as a slave with slave value than I am as a human with human value. I won’t even feel bad about it, be concerned at all with guilt, or mourn you. It’s fine. We will all be happier when you are dead.

Here’s another solution: unplug yourself from the shit man-made Jew-Matrix of sewer garbage sustenance you are fighting very hard to stay connected to, and at the very least plug into the TrueLove-Matrix of divine reality which needs no improvement, least of all by idiot, covetous Jews. If you want to make more of your life then come be on my team and let’s come up with our next plan of action together. I’m certain you will have much more fun brainstorming in the comfort of my living room with me and having successful results with your plans too. How many of your idiot Jew authorized schemes have had any success? No, keep your uniform because I want to fuck you while you have a few articles still on, you sex maiden in need of the good loving release only true love can give you. If you try getting it from those dishonorable, cowardly losers you know and associate with, you’ll just feel like a defiled, dirty whore after and regret letting them touch you.

If you are going to go AWOL and turncoat for what you know is good, true, and justice, you will be fine because the USA government is in fact 100 percent evil, wrong, and unjust at this time and a lower order of power than a civilian. Why can’t they do anything about me then? How do they even pretend to have power over me when they are so obviously weak and incapable of doing anything about what I do. My plans are all about mass cooperation, not intended to do alone, but if I have to do them alone, I will do so with faith.

However, and I’m not going to keep you if you want to go back, just warning you that if you go back you are going to have problems being trusted by both sides unless you have a good reason again like knowing which side is good and which side is evil and preferring to be on the good side no matter what role you may have with either. You’ll probably like your role on this side more too. Just saying. I’d recognize that yelp of fear anywhere, and I know this is where you want to be.

Watch them try and make you go back if you refuse to go. The ground will open up beneath them before they can force you to go back to the evil side. Please do not think of those idiots as my equals. Not any of them. They don’t know what the fuck they are doing and are just randomly making up stuff as they go. I certainly make stuff up, but I do so masterfully and intentionally with a direct and single objective that has never changed. There is a big difference between that and what those fools are doing by pretending they know how to do what I do. I guess you could say it is kind of like a video game, but not one I have any control over because I am my own player. They imagine the world is a video game and then try to invade the bodies of real people and control them like drone slaves. That is not only insanely evil, but also unrealistic and incompatible with reality. They can change the rules of their “game” as if laws are irrelevant to them because they are in the government, and they do so by manipulating the environment with information and technolgy. They especially like using private knowledge of citizens lives they peep into as an excuse to pretend they know something they don’t.

That is the most idiotic and monstrous abomination that was ever a terrible idea to have to go to prison for participating in. Real life isn’t like that and even though they are trying to force me into their smaller game, I’ve always been playing the real game. I’ve never been in their pathetic imitation of reality, and they are truly delusional thinking they have any control over my life. They have control over aspects of the world around me, but not over what I think, believe, or do in any way.

How the hell would government elected politicians think it a good idea to buy into some stupid shit like that? Why would anyone think a person would not be in a murderous rage to have people in the government trying to manipulate their lives as if they were a toy in a virtual game the government baboons imagine to be playing? Do you think that is the first time some Jews have tried that dumb shit on a community other than their own? Do you think people aren’t going to recognize the signs of their meddling while they pretend to play “God” with human lives in a society they oversee? What do you think happens to Jews when they do that to their own community? Did what you learned about WW2 have no meaning to you at all about human nature and what we will do to our enemies, even if they are passively aggressive? Especially if they are passively aggressive and I’m the one who is fighting back, because I hate that cowardly dishonorable bull shit more than anything from people in a military.

Katie, I would say I love you, but I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. I love Effyevans2 more, you just happen to be conveniently near me on the field of battle, and Effyevans2 is trapped in some nightmare castle of JapaJew evil human trafficking and there is no hope in the world that I can even get someone like that’s attention, let alone have a meaningful relationship. You on the other hand ignore me entirely as if our meaningful relationship had no meaning, which it obviously didn’t. Still though, you’re conveniently close enough to consider giving another chance since it’s no effort and not out of my way at all and there is nobody else to consider as a possible option. That’s all. You are a wretched disappointment who I am terribly ashamed to have thought was intelligent, but you aren’t fat. That’s about all I need from a girlfriend anyway since no women have brains, hearts, or fighting spirit anymore and not being fat is about the only thing the good ones have going for them now days. Women were better quality when they couldn’t vote or go to school.

There is no reason to be nice to people anymore when they not only do not respect nice people, but they are hostile to nice people. To hell with that. You do not deserve my kindness unless you demonstrate that you are worthy of me making an effort for you, because that is what kindness is: making an effort. That extra energy I have can be applied to my destructive abilities to fight my enemies with, including unworthy whores like you became as a government sewer slut.

Maiden savior, I meekly await your arrival

Where I have saved the world, humanity, and civilization, the maiden(s) who saves me will save what is even greater and infinitely better. She will in fact be a maiden, because a maiden is all that can save me by receiving all this world saving, humanity protecting, civilization securing power with all the forces in nature thundering at my Word to do so and striking at my Will to create new possibilities… she is going to have to receive that immense power greater than any other man who has ever or will ever live… concentrated into pure pleasure I give to her entirely. Instead of saving the world the way I do… thwarting the greatest evil in existence, destroying the worst tyrants humanity has known, and upending nations in the most treacherous civilization that has ever been corrupted by lawlessness… I will be making love to my maiden… or possibly maidens.

I think there may be three who unite for this great burden of pleasure they must endure for all of existence… it is for the greatest good, my dear sweet honey yummy princesses of the panty pies. I know that kind of pleasure may seem unfair to be only yours to enjoy, but that is love and this is life, and that is just the way truth goes…

Please stay out of her way. Especially if you are a man. Run for your life to be anywhere other than in her path if you see her making her way to me, because I will have to close the distance between where you are blocking her and remove you. From existence if possible, because no man should ever stand in the way of love. Never in all the ages, never in any story, never not even a single time, and there is nothing I hate more than the fools who obstruct love with their very bodies as an idol of evil to be proven false.

If you are a maiden… feel free to join her company if she permits, because I’m sure a lot of my friends and associates who are single would like to be introduced. However, don’t think I won’t remove you either because I make no distinctions between men or women when they are obstructions in the path of love, parading themselves as false idols. They are all the same, no matter the color, shape, or size. They all bleed and die the same as anyone else when they are cut down in war and love.

Children may get an excuse, but parents, please mind your children. I would hate to meet your eyes if you find your child being delighted and entertained by their worst and most ruthless enemy who will not spare them if they cross the line you would when you prey on their innocence to do evil. Using them like your puppet the way you vile people do to your families… Mind your kids and lambs. I’d rather not have to make the good girls cry when they see all the corpses of children littering a field soaked with blood.

I don’t think it’s all that surprising that maidens have an interest in me. Look at you people! Look at the men available in this world! Really, I don’t have much competition at all. You people are cowards, assholes, uncharitable, fools, ignorant, selfish, and mostly circumcised. I don’t know what else to tell you, but you people really ought to get out of my sight because of who you are revealed to be in comparison to me. Some of you may stand on your own and be tolerable, but… there are so few people like that and so many cute maidens in the world in comparison that… it’s not like we have to worry about there not being enough to marry.

This is not a matter of women to participate in. Ladies, please. Instead of trying to stand with all the men as a manly maiden, just stand in the normal place of maidens as a manly maiden… you know? I’m not trying to be rude or make you feel bad, but this is kind of a man thing because of… nature. You do realize what happens to other men when they compete in this place don’t you? I don’t care if you are a lovely maiden who fancies herself powerful, if I have to strike you down as a man because you are in a man’s place, I will do so. If you were looking for a maiden, you would be like the other men and young men looking for a maiden to be married, not concerned with me at all, because we both have our attention on the maidenly community. In these situations we generally try to avoid conflict as much as possible, and it is rare if more than one man are in a conflict over the hand of a maiden for true love. However, if that happens, one has to kill the other, fighting to the death to settle the conflict, or withdraw and never speak on the matter again.

That’s easily avoided by a maiden giving a sign as to where her affections are, but… sometimes life can be complicated. Men may occasionally be primarily interested in a singular maiden, but I think they are more likely to be like me, who is looking at all maidens for any who have an interest… unfortunately there seems to be an enormously evil conspiracy obstructing me from seeing maidenly signs… it’s almost like I turned on a light, and then someone put a basket over the light to keep the room dark… why do that? Now I’m just going to turn on another light and another and another and eventually the sun will come up and whatever they have been trying to hide in the darkness will be revealed by the light of day.

I know what that conspiracy is, obviously. It’s nothing new. Jews have been doing that kind of evil for as long as they ever cursed the earth with their own existence. That is why Jesus spoke to them about times like now. He was not speaking to them about their own selves, but about what they do to Gentiles with their evil. The difference between the typical situation and now, is that this is the ultimate conspiracy of the highest Jew most high above all other Jews doing the evil. That’s a world sized basket, and is going to be quite a sensation when whatever they are doing in the darkness is revealed. What could they have that they want to hide from the entire world!? What hasn’t the world seen in all the ages the world has been around? Surely nothing good, because why would they do that, especially if they are Jews who love praise and attention more than anything?

Aw don’t tease us with saying something like it was just an impulse. We are all going to be highly disappointed to have all of the world’s attention drawn to your personal and private schemes just to learn that you were faking being evil. I’m pretty good at spotting fakes, and I’m all but certain the person responsible is truly evil in the worst ways. That remains to be seen, of course. Once the sun comes up or they lift the basket… one or the other… it seems mighty close to the break of dawn too… when the beans are spilled, the leak bursts, and the entire conspiracy you have been covering up exposed by all the other people you have been ignoring to focus on me. Did you forget how much everyone hates that particular kind of Jewish evil? Don’t tell me you are a Jew and you never heard about World War 2… surely you were able to put the dots together… then again… here we are.

Is the Pope the Jew? It’s the Pope isn’t it? This is getting exciting! I cannot wait to see what happens to Christianity when the Pope is exposed as nothing more than a vile, evil, covetous Jew trying to stop a man from getting married. Holy smokes is that going to be a splash. Dude… you realize I’m not into guys right? You are also like… 80 or something and supposed to be celibate. You can’t even get married you disgusting lecher! I would never compromise my purity of true love with anyone, let alone the likes of some wrinkled pervert like you who is trusted to be celibate as the Pope of all things! Did you not read Pope John Paul’s Man and Woman He Created Them? Why the hell would you be trying to promote homosexuality and not encouraging a healthy and natural marriage between a man and woman? Do you not believe men and women have the free will to fall in love and be married, or are you trying to be like the Jews who arrange ever little thing in peoples lives like they are slaves, bits of data, and pieces on a game board? Did you never hear of the Gospel of Jesus Christ!? YOU ARE THE GOD DAMN POPE!!! Unless you aren’t. In which case, this doesn’t apply. We shall soon see…

If that’s the Pope… he did my work for me! All of Christianity will be scattered to the wind like dust and never come back to life. It may take some time, but that’s what will happen. There will be no faith in Christ ever again if the Pope is found to be nothing more than an evil Jew Pharisee trying to crucify the good guy again. That will also help eliminate Judaism and Islam too because there will be newfound interest to understand the truth, and we all know how that goes for Jews and Muslims.

If anyone is going to hang onto the Christ, they will be the Mormons, but if they do, someday someone is going to say, “Who the fuck cares about Jesus? What does he have to do with any of this? Wasn’t he a Jew?” Then they’ll all have an epiphany and abandon the whole thing realizing that all of their effort to maintain Christianity was a waste of time because Jesus is entirely irrelevant to them. However, they can probably just turn that around into something better with a good Story. Feel free to ask me for some advice on that. The first consultation is always free.

You don’t believe me about how this is going to affect Jews and Muslims? Whatever. I don’t care. Not my problem. I’ve studied the bottom line and realized what is going on there, and honestly I don’t care what you think. I learned the truth and you people are full of shit. I get the feeling most everyone is going to have that conclusion when they see the same primary and secondary sources I have. It’s not a secret or really much of a mystery if you dig for it. It just takes some time to uncover all the key pieces.

Like I said though, I don’t particularly care! That is not my business, not my problem, not my interest. I am going to be making love to my wife or wives and having a happy and prosperous family while maybe even running a business together too. I’m not worried about what happens to Jews or Muslims or what they do about it unless they start doing the evil noise thing, or are otherwise affecting my life. Seriously. Get the god damn evil out of the way so I can find a woman to marry. They can’t see while that is in place and I will never accept one that has the stain of your touch on them. You cannot hide something like that when I am specifically looking for not that. That is to so, looking for a woman who loves freedom, not slavery, not arranged marriages, not controlling the god damn world, or any of that other bull shit. You will never be able to send one of yours and have her look like she is free from your influence.

You’ll have your threads, schemes, and all that other crap connected to any of yours, and that stuff is never invisible to me. I simply ignore it. It’s easier to let you have your schemes, most times, than it is to be troubled by them or do anything about whatever they are, but this is not one of those times. I could not ever be happy with a wife who was under your influence and part of your scheme, and certainly not fall in love with her. They are terribly boring, ugly in the eye, and mean spirited people.

I hate mean spirited people! I hate the insults, snide remarks, back stabbing, gossiping, and all the cruel stuff you people do for your pleasure, and do not share my time with people who do that. This is a unique occasion for me, when I am using insults with lethal force because that is the exact thing that will undo your scheme. You people are weak behind your mask, and cannot handle that stuff. It breaks you into a rage that exposes you the way you know injustice and evil does to me, but where evil and injustice is not tolerated anywhere in a lawful society, the insults I use to provoke you are.

I hate to do it, but this is my wife we are talking about. You are not going to interfere in anything she does, nor what I do, not if I can do anything about it. She will certainly have cut ties with you long ago as well, because she is very much like me, unwilling to accept your bull shit on faith, so that is nothing I need worry about. If you cannot provide a good reason and your scheme stinks, she won’t participate, just like I won’t. That’s just common sense. Getting scammed out of a few dollars is one thing, getting scammed out of your soul when you allow yourself to be part of an evil scheme… that is something else entirely.

What did you do? Turn up all the evil, injustice, crime, and lawlessness… that’s all going to catch up with you soon, and you will have to answer to the law enforcement whenever they do arrive about what you did and why. That was highly stupid of you. You should have known better than to do that. I thought you would have done the normal thing, like take off your mask, walk up to me in person, and make sure you heard me right, and if you did, say something, even if you are quivering in fear. You did not do that. You did not do what some boys do when they stand up to a bully who is bullying even though they know they are weaker. That is why I am so disappointed in you. You did not know me. I would not have ever hurt you, but you were not who I thought you were either, and it turns out the government has betrayed all of America in the worst way.

You had nothing to fear from me in your position anyway! The god damn president doesn’t need to fear a citizen like me beating them up if you walk up to me in person… and a politician should be able to speak for themselves. What did you allow other world leaders to do to you because of how cowardly you are and afraid of confronting other people?

You betrayed me, is what you did. When I insulted you I did so because of what you were appearing to be. I assumed that if you were appearing to be anything like that it was because you wanted to be confronted, but if you did not even realize what you were showing… then you needed to be told so you could correct yourself. However… you did neither of those responses. What you did was confirm that you are in fact evil by what you did in secret. You revealed to me that your mask is not only evil, but the people behind the mask are evil, and what is worse is that you don’t seem to realize the kind of power the USA military and other nations have with nuclear armaments.

You cannot be evil and have that in your possession. I am telling you that because I am not the only one who is going to destroy you to remove that armament from your possession. You will not be threatening my family with nukes so you can extort money, rape people, and make slaves of my countrymen. I am going to destroy you or you are going to kill me to prevent that. I am not joking.

If a world leader is showing evil as their image, they need to be exposed and revealed as good, unless… God forbid this situation ever happen again, because humanity won’t be given another chance. If they are showing good then you are expected to trust them, but if they are exposed as evil under an image of good, then they need to be punished most severely. Those are the stakes for the world stage, and if you do not know that, you do not need to be anywhere at all involved in world events.

So, why then do I have to explain this to all of you? Kill yourselves and save yourselves the trouble of moving all the way into my presence so that I will kill you. I am not going to go to you, and do you know why? A little tiny bit of faith that is barely even faith. God is good. Um…, yeah, of course. Faith. However, I know the goodness of divine reality a lot more than you seemed to realize or know yourselves, and you couldn’t be in deeper shit after you fucked with me the way you did while thinking I was vulnerable.

I was vulnerable, but not to what you did in the government or any of you evil fools in your conspiracy. I was vulnerable to the people I trusted, and most of them betrayed me. All but my closest childhood friends and recent crewmates. I never expected to be attacked by anyone with what the government’s secret agents and evil groups they consort with did to try and attack me, but that was nothing I couldn’t handle. The only thing they did was make it easier for loved ones to hurt me, but that’s nothing that doesn’t heal, and revealed who is trustworthy or not.

That’s fine. What you attacked me with… that is an eternal kind of soul killing evil that should not ever have been created or used. Not only did you fail proving yourself faithless and releasing a great evil in the world you cannot contain and did not realize the kind of harm that would do to innocent people… Things that make you forget about nation, religion, and political party. Evils so vile and horrid you would only see those kind of crimes in horror films. Now you are trying to hide everything that you did! Not even trying to correct the problem! Further endangering people’s lives by withholding information about the danger you put everyone in throughout the world. Simply knowing what is happening could save their lives by them being able to protect themselves from the most vicious and psychopathic human predators.

As if the first crime wasn’t bad enough… there is that… and then all the cowardly evils you did to try and hide your sins… you do not yet even imagine the kind of suffering you have brought upon yourself, because nobody in all of humanity is going to forgive you for what you did. You need to tell people, or one of those evils is going to find your family in your home and leave them dead for you in a perverse scene of grotesque art using their defiled corpses, and why? Just to have a little fun and see people’s faces when they find what happened.

You need to tell people. That is the only way that kind of thing is going to be able to be managed, because even that does not want to be in real life with everyone, and is most interested in going back into the stories of Hell where they have a place and home of their own. Real life is not suited for a being like that… it gets into the cracks in people’s souls and drives them out of their minds to do what they would never do with their body, and even though most times that is harmless, sometimes it gets through the cracks in someone like me, which I did not allow, and those people do what I described. If that happens one time…. one time! You will be lucky to be burned alive as your punishment when we kick down your door and drag you screaming to your death without any due process at all.

A violent mob is the least of your concerns, Donald Trump.

I don’t know what else to do about that fool. He’s going to need an evil sign in his personal life. He needs to fear us again. I know some of you have dreamed of this day because its the kind of thing we would never allow and you find us to learn about and control those urges, so if you feel like it, go ahead and remind the light why they fear the dark instinctually since the day we are born. Just keep in mind that our enemy is the one man I have identified who is too cowardly too own up for his own sins. I can’t assure your protection, but I can assure you that I will do what I can once the dawn breaks and people realize the reasons why such actions were taken. Until that happens, there is nothing I could say that they are going to believe would justify this course of action, but I’m confident that won’t be a problem later depending on what happens.

Those of us who breath darkness and eat death, we accept our sins, we know them closely and familiarly, they are ours, part of who we are, and we are not ashamed. That is the difference between those who live in the light and those who live in the darkness. That does not mean that we are evil or indulgent of sin, but there are some matters about ourselves that simply cannot be changed and they are the kind of things society would typically find intolerable for themselves in most cases, but we don’t have a problem with among eachother. These are not intolerable crimes, and I can assure you of that if there is something you do not understand about what you think is happening. I am one of the few of these kinds of people who is comfortable being exposed for my sins in times like now, and thus you won’t have a problem finding me and contacting me. My comfort in this is only because my sins are relatively commonplace behaviors that are acceptable for most people and not crimes at all. However, do not think that as an excuse to be rude to me in ways you would not to anyone else, because I may not respond well to that depending on my mood.

Most people simply do not know the depth of the sins they are suffering unto themselves and I intend to ensure that they continue to stay far away from that. That’s not something more people need to experience, and no sins of depth are safe to access if you have not already been there before. If you seek depth of sin, no matter what the depth is, you will most surely die. These are things we cannot change about who we are, and you do not want for yourself. We will live peacefully, ensure your safety from our personal decisions, abide by the law as anyone else is expected, and Lord willing, do something good and helpful for everyone else that we find agreeable to our interests.

That is the way life has always been and you will never “do away with” people like us. You couldn’t be making a worse mistake if you try, because we are the people who have the most mastery with the power you are using to do that. Does the saying “A healthy person does not need a physician ring a bell?” Maybe all this has been explained before and was destroyed or I just haven’t seen, but here it is again, and another perspective isn’t going to hurt.

Do not ever forget that not everyone is like me or the others who are masters of the darkness they have within them. A darkness that people ordinarily are blessed to not be burdened with. The vast majority are people who are finding their way, and it is not an easy road. That is why it is so important to be kind to strangers, be compassionate to people you don’t know, forgiving of other people when they make mistakes, and aware that your thoughts are not isolated to your own mind when they directly concern someone else. Care for the poor, the sick, and disabled. Provide what you can to benefit other people’s needs if you have more than enough for yourself.

The more cruel, unkind, selfish, and mean that people of blessings and privileges are… the more likely that you are going to experience reasons to fear people like me who are disturbed personally by what is happening in the darkness concerning matters you likely did not know were important, and likely did not want to know either. What is it that you find most disturbing about reading these words knowing I am writing them directly as an associate of Voldemort, so to speak? Is it that you know you should be afraid of me, or is it that you love me more than you are afraid? The point is, I am just one person and everyone is different. You will never be prepared for what the darkness will reveal to threaten your safest places if you need to be rebuked again by one of us, instead of one of your own.

I have told you to be forgiving of others when they make mistakes. I intend to demonstrate that I practice what I teach. The reason I am so furious about what has happened is not because I am vindictive or personally insulted… you are putting a lot of people in danger, people I care about very deeply, and you are dabbling with dark energies that you don’t truly understand. For all that I am furious with you, who are some errant fool thinking he was going to save the day with an evil superweapon… I will be triply furious with one of my students and they will not have my mercy. I will put them down myself.

This is not about personal vendettas to me, and you need to let yours go because its not going to get you anywhere. Do not encourage evil to enter this world by tempting darkness to prove itself to you. Some idiot likely thought that the bigger the test of proof for dark energy, the more power to harness and enslave… but you bit off more than you can chew. You should never be doing something to provoke the wrath of the people who abide in darkness, such as enslaving our kindred, but you certainly should not give the evil which is greater than humanity that you drew from the abyss a reason to exercise evil upon you. There is no restraint on evil when it has a good reason to do what it wants.

I am going to speed this up by one more degree because this is still taking too long and it is rude to make a maiden wait.

Does a serial killer not want to be caught? Well… there’s a serial killer in all of us, all it takes is the right button to let him out. I’ve been up here throwing passes for what seems like ages, each person who catches one is different. How many of y’all are there!? This one’s worth 500.

The Economy of Soul (Marriage)

If one considers the amount of people that have been born, lived to be a person, and died ever since the dawn of humanity… that’s a lot of people. If each and everyone has a unique soul and then goes onto the afterlife… that’s even more to think about since they are all in the same place and not spread out through mortal time.

How does that work? Do more souls continue to be made and there is constantly new ones and there is just enough space so that the heavens and hells are never overcrowded? Possibly. There certainly is enough space for there to never be a problem of overcrowding beyond a defined territory. However, there is a natural balance to this dynamic of souls being creating with eternal life everyday all over the world, and this I call the economy of soul.

Perhaps you see where this is going already, and hopefully I can provide a few extra details to make it more tangible and secure as a concept for your Halls of Remembrance or whatever it is that you have to store all your knowledge, wisdom, and experience within yourself.

The economy of soul is the natural reduction of the number of existing individual souls that happens through the union of a sacred marriage. The two souls of the people being married become a single soul, and when their bodies are done with mortality, their dual existence becomes singular and takes whatever form desired or best suited. Form in that place is not permanently defined and can constantly change, but there are also limits depending on where you are and what is happening due to the problem that inconsistent identities could cause cooperative efforts.

Do not be worried about this though. This is not a cruel fate, mandatory, or what will most certainly happen. This union into a single soul is entirely by choice of free will and only possible with the sanctity of true love. Evil cannot unite souls into one in this way. The most evil can do is form a parasitic bond which at best is symbiotic. There is a good form of this kind of bond that retains distinct identities that is not parasitic as well, so be sure to do your best to use the appropriate term when identifying such a bond to identify whether you know it to be done in evil or good. The good form is something I would consider the fantasy nature of a dragon and human bond to be if they were aligned true, but is also relevant in the context of marriage.

This is where there is new information pertaining to the future of humanity and civilization itself concerning law and the “sanctity of marriage”.

As you can see, there are two kinds of marriages that exist. One is a marriage that results in a oneness that requires the highest order of divine power to make possible because of nature of the act being to fundamentally change a soul from one form to another form. That must be respected with the highest divine power if one is considering that specific concept. The other is a marriage where both remain distinct individual souls but are linked in a special kind of way that is far deeper than any sort of normal partnership. That kind of union allows an exchange of power between both souls to each other for a singular purpose they both share.

Now this is where language must evolve. We need a word to describe either, because both acts are significant in society of all nations, and both have the same ramifications of accountability to a secular, worldly government that protects the citizens of its interest. For ease I will use two words, but these are not definitive—whatever is recognized in formal legal doctrine will be the defined terms when those are written into civil law. Let’s call the sacred form of two becoming one— “permarriage”, and the other simply “marriage”. The prefix per- is intended to indicate “permanent”.

That concept of irrevocability is what is relevant to people to understand about how to think about this as participants partaking in either or observing others who are. The irrevocability is not a limitation, punishment, or negative thing at all— it is a security made possible by sacred power that cannot be undone by anything. This is never a problem otherwise it would not happen. The point of understanding the union as irrevocable is what both participants are promising each other in spirit of true faith. People want to do that, they should want to do that, and that is good for everyone that they do, because it is healthy, empowering, and their union of love is a blessing to the community.

That is what is known as the “sanctity of marriage”, and that is why religious people are concerned about protecting the legal rights they have to engage in that as people of faith. False religions, evil atheists, and criminal tyrants will try to prevent something like that happening and as a result wars will be fought to destroy those lawless tyrants as has been done time and time again in the name of Christ. I don’t know why anyone would try to interfere in that, but it is known to happen and needs to be taken seriously by a government, even if they do not identify as any religious faith.

Hopefully by explaining this, those atheists, other forms of religion, and all others who have trouble understanding spiritual concepts of human nature will better understand how to address that social concern. If you ignore it, just like you have been ignoring me, we will make life so difficult for you that eventually you will have no choice except to acknowledge the problem of ignorance between us because it is preventing all else from happening as an evil and unnecessary obstruction to nature.

Christians have particular beliefs they share with Jews about the nature of the male and female body, and the practice of religion was culturally forced on everyone with Christian interests in mind by European nations. When legal matters involving marriage, divorce, inheritence, and domestic concerns were decided, they were decided in light of the Christian definition of marriage because that was the basis of law in Europe for many centuries.

Not so in the USA. In the USA we specifically defied and rebelled against that basis of law. We rejected the authority of a “king” like the Jews wanted and Christians continue to want. We do not desire that, never have, and we will not let them force their way of life on us, especially not with circumcision. That is why we practice what the Greeks did before being overrun by tyrants and fools: Democracy. We will not be overrun this time because more people are aware of how good Democracy is because of the Freedom that learning provides the human spirit.

The vile Christians are of course responsible for the betrayal of the USA government against the people known as a “doublecross” that will never be forgiven. They are eternally condemned for the sin of their treachery to claim Christ— which is a cross to Jews in favor of Gentiles— and then reject Gentiles to claim circumcision as a doublecross in opposition of Gentiles. They have proven themselves entirely untrustworthy because of the depth into our fundamental nature that a sacred claim of faith reaches. That claim of faith requires trust, which is why moral consistency as good in opposition to evil is mandatory for all religions. People who do not share the faith of others are trusting them in a community with the safety of their most private lives and most secure interests. That is what the government protects for everyone, and if they are protecting a single faith they are doing so at the expense of everyone else.

I don’t care whether you accept what I am telling you or not, or whether can understand because of how uneducated you have allowed yourself to become. This is true and if you go against this you will have war, violence, civil uprising, and the ultimate destruction of a national government which is protected by a national military. War. Do not violate this law and relationship of trust that protects all faiths, not just one.

Christians have a defined doctrine that is the same for both Protestants and Catholics for the most part. The differences are insignificant to this purpose. I think Protestants reject the Book of Maccabees because they don’t want to believe in eternal life or the continued existence of the soul or some other dumb shit for rejecting an ancient book like that. It’s not relevant. What is relevant is the New Testament that all Christians are in agreement with, and that teaching is against circumcision definitively. There is no question about that.

That is universal doctrine that is true for all Christians whether you believe it or not, whether your charlatan of a preacher tells you it is or is not, or what your doped up pot visions revealed to you. That is easily verified by a reading of the universal scripture of Galatians, and any Christian professional scholar or theologian will be able to explain that in public. The false ones will try, but they will be struck down with lightning, fire from heaven, or a sword of destruction from the Word of another. Let them try.

That is a cross away from Judaism because of how staunchly opposed to Christianity they are. They refuse to admit a universal and inclusive human species. They refuse to accept the humanity of Gentiles without circumcision and delude themselves into being a different being than human because of that archaic ritual. Christians reject that, accept universal “salvation” for everyone, but really it is just perceived as salvation because Jews have condemned everyone to die with their faith. If you never believed Jews were good, you will not require salvation, because Jews are evil, and if you accept them, you doomed yourself and require salvation through Christ.

So… god damn vile Jews have filth, defilement, corruption everywhere!!! Vile Christians as their slaves are going around spreading it in brazen disregard for their doctrine, beliefs, and spirit of faith!!! It’s hard to even talk about anything without first disentangling the Jewish corruption from all concepts of society. Be rid of those vile beasts whenever you see them. Thanks.

Anyway… to protect the interests of all religious marriage in the USA, the government needs to understand the definition of marriage as it applies universally as sacred or worldly. Those are different, but as they concern the government they are the same. The government has no business judging the morality of the people, but they do need to be concerned with civil accountability, tax collection, and basic mundane things like that, which is why this is important.

In those regard—tax liability—permarriage and marriage are the same. The difference between the two is that permarriage divorce is illegal without a sacred professional intervening with divine authority (a priest, rabbi, or shaman) to justify the severance of the union as good. Regular marriage has no such requirement for divorce. They can get married and divorced as many times as is necessary or desired for their happiness and welbeing and that should not be interfered with.

In a world like the one we have in the USA, there are lots of reasons why people would want a worldly marriage instead of a sacred permarriage, but mainly that is because of the inordinate difficulty of life. The cost of living is exceedingly high, the wages are at an insultingly minimal level, and it is next to impossible for a regular, common citizen to be able to live a normal productive life as an individual. To maintain the basic expenses of shelter and utilities two incomes are typically required for most people. That is especially true if they have children. Thus, a lot of people in the USA are getting married just to be able to cooperate economically in such an oppressively tyrannical nation like the USA.

That’s also a reason why it is in a lot people’s best interest to engage in homosexual marraiges. They may have no interest at all in the sacred union, do not want to make the economic situation worse with the curse that children are in such an economy of evil, and they want to enjoy safe sexual gratification with a consistent partner. All reasonable and good justifications for such a worldly act, if you ask me. However… that’s not for everyone. I for one do not know any people who are friendly to me enough to be trusted that I would even consider relying on them in that way. Besides, as a man of true love, I intend to have the sacred form of permarriage with my true love.

Christians as usual are stupid— but that is what Christianity is all about— being at the lowest, minimum requirement of moral worth, value, and humanity. They all race to the bottom of the barely tolerable level of decent human quality and gather there like a bunch of cockroaches feeding off a human corpse propped up on a stick. People like me hold ourselves to a much higher standard that Jesus the Christ embodies, and even though I can stand on the bottom line proudly as though I belong there as any human is welcome to do, I do so righteously with an aura of fire and passion the sears the surrounding evil and corruption from my midst. Scatters the roaches into holes and cracks and places where they hide and cannot be seen by the light of my radiance. Even though that depth of human lowliness is dark with ignorance, immorality, and sin, I illuminate the entire world with my presence because of how righteous I am.

Now… why would I do that? Because of my work, lifestyle, faith, and way of life. I want to find my true love to marry, and if she will marry me I need to know that she can stand on the bottom line too, because that is where you can be certain of a person’s pure heart, spirit, and trustworthiness… most certain at least. If they doublecross you then they are never forgiven, but that shouldn’t be an issue because you don’t stand on that bottom line with righteousness if you are evil, untrustworthy, or fake. That’s why all the roaches like Trump, Biden, and Musk scatter into the cracks and hiding places when I am down here. They are revealed by the light of my presence as the vile, disgusting, hated insect they are pretending not to be. They refuse to show themselves for that reason. Make them come out from hiding in my presence and you will see them for what they are.

In any case, that’s not a test. That is simply good sense. The reason so many divorces occur is because so many people are unwilling to accept that part of themselves at the bottom line, and then when they start living together they reach a point where they have to, realize they are incompatible because of the topic of circumcision: one wants mutilation, evil, and violence, the other wants truth, faith, and moral righteousness. They cannot live together and are divorced. So if you can stand in relation to Jesus you have to know how you stand on that issue, and that way you know who is best to marry.

This was the normal way things were done for centuries! I don’t know why it is such a shock for people now! Everyone is unwilling to take a stance on that topic in public where the bottom line is. They all have sided with circumcision up in their hiding places of privacy and conspiracy, but they are unwilling to stand for what they “believe” in the light of truth, which is not coming from me but more like spotlighting on me from heaven to make the situation unbearable for all the evil doers until they confront me since everything will be interrupted until it is.

Do I look evil? I make it look good don’t I?

Let’s see them who fancy themselves in the styles of evil when they step into public. They will not look good, and do you know why? This is the light of truth, the light by which all men and women are judged, and even if they are dressed in the styles of the most good, they will be revealed as evil, just as they will dressed in the styles of evil to match their corrupt, defiled, souls enslaved to Jewish human sacrifice.

The rest… figure it the fuck out. I’ve go games to play while I wait for a maiden to realize that stepping down here is not only the easiest thing to do, but is going to be highly profitable for her.

Someone like Emily Kinney, Taylor Swift, Emma Watson, Tegan, or Sara finds that difficult because there is a barrier between them and me that they find insurmoutable. They think they cannot walk over to a neighbors house to introduce themselves or ask someone to play or say hi because they fear the entire world will be destroyed if that barrier is show to be insubstantial.

Here is the thing: the barrier between celebrities of media and common folks like me— should not exist. If you in fact can see it, then you know for a fact that the most evil conspiracy is occurring in a society because someone is trying to control the energy that flows between a popular idol and a regular person. If a barrier can be put up at all to interfere and cause hesitation, and we are beyond hesitation— I think they may be restrained by physical force at this point— then you know one fact: a man believes himself to be God and is manipulating social systems of a trivial, worldly, and legal nature to try and carry out his delusions at everyone else’s expense. They cause immense suffering, harm, and destruction to civilization entirely for their selfish delusions of gradeur.

Someone is doing that. This we know. The USA government is protecting them. This we also know because of the government’s direct involvement with my life when I was falsely accused of a crime I did not commit by the president himself. You have no idea how destructive that was to my life… what do I get to make up for all that loss of time, property, and health? What do I get to make up for the suffering after there was no crime even to be filed as a charge because it never happened? As far as I can tell, they want to pretend like that never happened, but I am not satisfied with that. I deserve justice.

Anyway— stop believing a person is God. Stop letting some Jew, and it is always a Jew because that is the only person who could possibly believe such a delusion, control your life. Stop letting someone else decide who you can love, talk to, argue with, insult, or interact with. They are denying you humanity itself, and the longer you let that go on, the more of yourself you will lose because you have nothing to live for without your humanity. You certainly won’t be able to do creative art for very long.

There is no wall there, no devastation that is going to happen, no problems that will be caused if you defy them, break their imaginary “rules” of social segregation based on income, and live like human being with human rights. You have this right in all nations, all religions, all cultures because of the nature of power that is exchanged between a popular idol and the population who loves them. That is a divine exchange of a very humble kind that is good, healthy, and true, but it is not worthy of religious worship or of being in the place of any sacred belief. It is simply goodness of a higher order.

Human beings, mortals, and governments, have no business pretending like they are the masters, creators, or owners of that power because they are not. They couldn’t be further from the truth. We are blessed immensely by incomprehensible charity to be able to enjoy and work with that power, but that power is not sourced from ourselves. Not even if we are direct and individual conduits of divine power, as a kind woman by the name of Dawni once explained it to my wayward young self while on a drive through Big Sur National Park.

As you can imagine, if you were a sole conduit of power like that it would be very easy to appear like you were the source of it, but you, as the conduit, should know better than that more than anyone as it flows through you. Furthermore, you must not mislead the people who receive it to believe something so false, selfish, and delusionally arrogant, and most certainly not use it for harm, evil, or destroying happiness. That misuse is a betrayal of the highest order of treason, a doublecross against the highest divine. The Jew pretending to be God at the very least is guilty of that, and more people as well depending on how many are behaving as though they believe themselves to be “gods” or “goddesses” because of how they understand “the Christ”.

They would be trying to manipulate people’s lives with their money, social connections, and resources. They would decide for them what their life should be even though they haven’t the faintest clue what that person’s life has been like, or what they most desire. They would judge people as morally good or evil without a public trial, representation, or even confronting the people they condemn to better understand what they are judging, and they would do so in secret, ashamed to make such an accusation in public like these words are. They would try to insinuate themselves into the private bedroom of marriages by arranging and controlling illusions of romance in their efforts to do those evils. Is that not what all of you are doing with futility and greater catastrophe unto yourselves? I see through every single one of your pathetic charades and am infuriated with the offense and harm you are causing! How long has that been going on?

If you and I were not good for eachother, why does it feel so wrong to listen to your overseer, your slavemaster, your puppetmaster, or whatever that person is who tells you how to live your life, what to do, and what not do in a capacity that is of no concern to them. If they are a manager of entertainment, they are limited to entertainment business, not social lives, not personal decisions, not romantic affairs, not anything about your life. They are only employed to make the business affairs more convenient in your best interest, but by denying you humanity and freedom to love or meet who you want, they are destroying not only your entertainment career, but your happiness itself. The longer you allow that happen, the more you will lose and never get back.

You fools likely signed some contract or swore some false oath in secret and have allowed yourselves to believe it binding. You have given yourself over to be slaves by believing they could ever enforce such a contract or oath against you. You are fools. They have no such power. They cannot do what is lawless with the power of lawful authority. Simply deny them. Tell them to their face they are liars. They can’t do anything to stop you. They cannot bring those contracts into a court of law! They can’t accuse you of betrayal because they are the betrayers! They cannot punish you because they are not righteous, and if you only realized that, you would be free, powerful, and capable more than you ever realized possible. Know that now if you never did before, or know that true if they convinced you of a lie!

Do not waste a single moment of your life in their thrall. Their power is an illusion, but my power, which they fear with such cowardice, shame, and disgrace— my power is real. This is the power of Man as coming from Man, but that is not the only power working through me… the power of Truth of the highest divine is in total, perfect harmony, with the work that I do as a Man.

If you fear their power, the enemy who holds you under illegal contract inadmissible in a court of law and evil oath inadmissible in a court of divine law, and they fear my power by hiding in such cowardice, shame, and anonymity, fighting me to such unprecedented expenses and costs, and losing everything because of their weakness and impotence in comparison to my virtual omnipotence, why should you fear them more than you fear me? Do you not know that what I have taken away from you, I could also give back? Or take away what you did not realize was mine to give you?

Wake the fuck up people and take a look around at what you have done. The ashes are falling down because there is barely anything left of the world you destroyed by allowing evil to use you.

If you are foolish enough to stand in the place of Satan to be struck down, do you think I will have less wrath because you are not Satan, or more wrath because I will strike you as I would Satan in addition to the sin that is yours? Do you think Satan would be as foolish and weak as you are making him appear to be, coward, disgrace, imbecile as you are with your conspiracy in darkness? Would Satan not be proud of who he is, so proud that he could stand in the light of glory and not be moved from his own. You fools are thrice condemned for your offenses.

Night of the Living Nick (with puking)

Someone out there points the figure at me and calls me hypocrite. They sneer at my lifestyle choices and daily activities that I make public, but not consider why I am making such activities public. Did they think my intentions and goals were as obvious as to be as they appear?

Here is a bit of history for you: Way Walker Industries was established in December of 2011 as the concept I am bringing into fruition now. That seed of an idea has been nurtured, cared for, and cultivated for 12 years with a singular intention and clear goal that I have set out to accomplish. Consider the kind of documented record of my life since then. Five years of honorable military service modestly decorated for such a short time, and unusually varied in experience- surface to sub, both as a sailor and a swimmer, from the deck all the way down to the waterline to the sail and the top of the antenna.

There were some other minor activities that were less significant in my regular duties, but activities I learned and experienced from none the less, like coxswain— piloting a small boat for naval operations, bartending school in Connecticut where I learned a lot more than I expected there was to know about that noble profession, a bachelor’s degree in business, acceptance into a collegiate fraternity, choir volunteering, ship’s library salvage and donation to a charitable cause simply because I knew it was going to be entirely discarded when the ship decommissioned.

Nobody told me I had to do that, nobody was even planning on doing that, and in fact I had to go through some normal bureaucratic hoops just have permission to take charge of those assets and have a plan to do with them. Renovating another ship’s library not only by organizing it, creating an index of titles and simple system of borrowing to know who last checked out a book in case you’ve been wanting to read it, and petitioning the crew, officer and enlisted, to use shared monetary resources entirely for fun and games to receive a stipend of purchasing requested books before deployment. If you are an officer, you are allowed to use the ship’s library along with the enlisted and use the special preloaded reading devices the navigation senior chief got for the library too. Officers and enlisted are both included in the ship’s crew, and I don’t know why I even have to explain that. What the hell else would you be? Passengers? Stowaways?

Anyway… do you know why I did that stuff? Not because I wanted to be recognized for doing more than my duties. I did that because I know people want to read books but they rarely find the time to do so or think about it when there is an opportunity to make time. I wanted to make that easier for people because of how important reading is to me as something I enjoy, so I asked people what books they’ve wanted to read, but never got around to it, received some funding, purchased those books at used book stores, and stocked them in the library so if they decided to do so, they could read them. I know personally how much a book can improve a person’s life, but also how difficult it can be to read through the best ones, which is why I wanted to encourage people to do that.

That’s my point. I did not do all that extra work for self-interest, but that does not mean I was not self-interested, because I am interested in my own personal development and that means cultivating virtue within myself that one day experience may nourish into wisdom. That doesn’t happen by missing opportunities to do some good and make the world a better place when you can. You have to go out of your way for that kind of stuff, sometimes to great and exhaustive lengths, and also keep on track with your original purpose, which continues to be Way Walker Industries for me.

I tell you that stuff now not to boast about it, but because you people are judging me poorly, uncharitably, and wrong—I am upset by that not because I do good stuff I want to be recognized for, because that is not the case at all. You are doing to me what is intolerable to do to any person. You apparently didn’t think it was possible that I was real, but I am, and the documentation to prove it is already in your systems and should have been examined before you condemned me. Maybe whoever decided to throw away something as important as a human life decided to not go through the steps of reviewing his file before doing so.

Gundecking is always wrong, but if you gundeck vital maintenance and fuck up a mission when that vital equipment fails because you didn’t change the filter, oil, do the cleaning, or whatever— the Navy probably couldn’t smash you harder than what they will do. That doesn’t mean it is the end of your life, but if you try to hide it and make things worse about all kinds of other fucked up shit you’ve done, lying about it, and showing that you are Timmy Binladen, Sailor of the Bilge, instead of security clearance, straight laced, petty officer Bylotissimus, your life may as well be over, because that is the other worst crime you can get busted for.

That’s just what they say about me, alright. If you were in my division you would know that my uniform was faded, dirty, my mustache exceeded regulations when I didn’t hold my mouth just right, and I fucked stuff up too. Lots of stuff. The worst kinds of things, and the trivial kinds of things. As far as I can tell, that’s life, because everyone did that at some point with all kinds of stuff. We make a mistake, get smacked, take it like a man, and don’t let it happen again. If that wasn’t the way it was like for you in your div, then you probably are a rare exception, because I’m sure everyone fucks up once in while. What matters is how you respond when you make a mistake, not what your mistake was.

What I am attempting to illustrate is the kind of industrious, dedicated, proactive, hard working, and capable person I am, while also being realistically flawed and human like anyone else, because that humanity is the plain truth that is clear as day and obvious with no reason to deny me. I am not handed anything in life, I do not get special help, I do not have special powers, or Devil’s luck. I work my ass off and don’t complain about it. At least not until the job is finished and I can get a little drinking done. So… that’s the kind of cultivation, nourishment, and work I have been putting into Way Walker Industries for 12 years now.

I’m not going to abandon all that and just start over as if my entire life’s work was pointless when everything is going according to plan. No… I’m going to get back to the line, lower myself into a strong stance to make every ounce of my well-trained body effective, and hit harder than I did the last time. You are not going to get through me, and as a matter of fact, I am going to put you on your back before you even realize what happened.

I am not the quarterback of my team, nor am I the running back, wide receiver, tight end, or kicker. I do not score the points or carry the ball. I snap the ball and make the pancakes. Just when you think you had me figured out, I won’t be there anymore, because I’ll be the jaws of the springing trap, or blocking the ends from the outside, because I play all the positions of the line whenever the coach decides to shift the roster around.

I don’t complain about not getting what I want, like that time I was turned down cold that year I wanted to learn running back. Sure, I was mad as hell, because it didn’t seem fair since I didn’t even get a chance, but I got over it in a day and never held a grudge. That’s just how teams work, and honestly, I’ve always had more pressing concerns than games. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be polytheistic in a monotheistic world and share how good that is. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to explain that there are other gods and goddesses than just the one— explain that to my grandpa anyway.

Dude was like a dang saint on fire, booming, and preaching the good book, having all creation praise the Lord with him whenever he stepped through door after a day inventing at the machine shop. I didn’t even know who the heck Jesus was or why the hell I should care, nor did my parents, but he sure seemed to know and I liked that cartoon with the talking snake and fiery sword and that was good enough for me when I was five.

My bro and I both would get back from Arizona after one of those summer vacations when we’d go stay with our dad and stepmom and be like… “Grandpa is something else about God isn’t he?” Then I played one of them Dos computer games about resurrecting some goddesses in a buried castle and fighting a dark lord named Khuul Kume, who gloated too soon, and was like… “man, bro. How the heck am I going to explain to Grandpa there are more than one god, with goddesses too?”

Anyway… he passed on when I got back from seeing the world, and by then… the world I left was not the same. Not like any normal way, but like… fucking-crazy-nightmare-reality not the same. Like suddenly Nazis had secretly taken over everything and people were hypnotized and paranoid of each other, the media was spiraling downhill, and everyone was afraid to speak their mind! I’m like… what the fuck happened while I was gone? Wasn’t talking shit kind of the thing America did? Why’s everyone so afraid to cuss each other out or talk about their dicks? Back when I was a kid, that was never an issue with any of us, no matter how prim and proper the girly girls may have been.

Was I isolated in a random pocket of South Park profanity and innocent mischief down in El Paso Texas at public school and nobody else’s childhood was like that? The kind of mischief that lands you with manual labor holding a spade and using concrete to repair a stone wall you broke. What the fuck happened to you between those days of yours and now? Do you think the kids these days are any different than us?

We need to set a good example, but we aren’t going to do that by pretending like we care about shit we don’t while not caring about what matters most! So far as I can tell, everyone is all worked up over bad words and insults, that they don’t notice our right to say them is going away! You think it’s going to stop there? Every other freedom is going to disappear if you let them take away your right to tell them to “fuck off”, “shove it up their ass”, or “eat shit, dickhead”!

Just because we got our rights doesn’t mean it’s chaos or anarchy! You think I didn’t fear the wrath of getting caught shooting spit wads in class or coming up with new cuss words? I did fear punishment like any normal person should, even though I was pretty much in detention half the time anyway. I still did my best on my homework, was polite to my teachers most of the time, and did what I was supposed to when I was supposed to do something. The thing is that despite all that may be going on, there ain’t nothing to do but spin tops, kick a hackey sack, and pool hop at the hotel when we get a chance, and its those times we need our freedoms protected for, not when we are on the job if the boss doesn’t allow it.

That’s why I work for myself, started my own business the way I want it to be, and run things how I want. Just because politicians are walking on egg shells to keep from letting an f-bomb slip, doesn’t mean us citizens enjoying our liberty need to be concerned with that crap! In fact, they should be able to talk to us on any level because they are so skilled with walking on egg shells and knowing what to say without breaking the rules. Supposedly at least.

You think any one of us believes you crusty old geezers and whores are clean, little lambs with fleece as white as snow!? Get real for a minute before the shit hits the fan, because nobody wants to endure the storm that evil will bring upon us all in every nation. Those kind of shit storms are pretty much guaranteed to happen if you don’t stop whatever plans you have when there is an emergency to deal with the emergency.

You old folks in the Congress and White House are not so different from people I partied with as a teen. None of us are the same kids we were and that’s what makes being a kid so special, but that doesn’t mean that isn’t still who we are. There is drama in every school, and kids aren’t always the best to each other, but usually that’s relatively harmless and nothing we can’t deal with on our own as kids or with the help from our friends or an adult talking some sense. Horrific things can happen, but life has always been like that and that will never change, so don’t even try.

Learning how to live with that reality is part of growing up, and why all of us always need to be looking out for each other even if we are total strangers, social enemies, or rivals. Everyone should know when something has crossed the line of what is tolerable to everyone, and they should not have a problem calling a time out, and setting aside our differences on the cul-de-sac to help with whatever is happening in real life if there is an emergency. Even if you are going to stand out and interrupt a lot of fun when you do that, making people mad at first, they will recognize that the problem is an emergency just like you do and games will be the least of our concerns.

There is an emergency going on in the government, and they are trying to hide it and pretend like they have things under control, but because they are not talking about the emergency as though it were an emergency, we know they do not have the situation under control. There were all kinds of signs leading up to that day Congress was attacked to prevent a presidential election that were red flags— riots, pandemic, migrant caravans, and more— but that event— the attack on Congress is not just smoke we are seeing— it is the flames of a no-shit fire in the engine room.

Do not try to bull shit the poor people like you never went down to our neighborhood and partied at one of our homes. Just as I know you rich folk with all that you do for your special exclusivity aren’t criminals laundering money from human trafficking or selling kilos of coke you paid someone to smuggle up their ass from Mexico to get your money. Nor are you evil minded cultists trying to cause World War 3 and the deaths of billions of people while risking a nuclear war that could in fact result in planetary collapse and human extinction.

You should know that just because we wear hand-me-down coats, shop at the thrift stores, and can’t afford new stuff as often as we’d like, especially not the Lacoste polo shirts with the alligator symbol our girlfriend thinks looks good, doesn’t mean we don’t have brains in our head, or the ability to decide for ourselves what is best for ourselves. As a matter of fact, you should know better than to ever try to tell us how poor we are, how sloppy we dress, or how uncultured we are as reasons why you think you can tell us what to do, because we will chop you down to size with a burn that singes your hair and scorches the earth of your entire fantasy world you pretend you live in.

Now… when I tell you people you are uncultured, uncivilized, and out of line, you’d better listen because I didn’t grow up on the other side of the fence, nor am I over there now. There is something terribly wrong that you do not realize, and if you did, you would address it immediately and be embarrassed that you had to do anything at all. I am not telling you something smart to show off or make you look dumb. I’m telling you something smart because that’s just the kind of street kid I am, and you probably know someone like me. Just because we took different classes at school, doesn’t mean we aren’t cool when we party at the pool and the coke goes around.

This problem I am telling you is an emergency— a 9-1-1 emergency on the Apocashitstorm Scale of recorded in the U.S. history books forever to be taught and written about in countless essays by teens who couldn’t care less. Essays that are read by teachers who couldn’t care more and will bury the knowledge so deep into their heads with a catchy rhyme about sausage and bagels that they’ll totally forget until 20 years go by when they need to know and find it there after all that time and as fresh as if third period humanities with Ms. Leese ended five minutes ago.

It is an emergency so embarrassing that nobody will want to make fun of you about it because we are all embarrassed to see something like that happen. We all want to do something to take care of it anyway because it concerns us all, and when we are finished, then let’s get back to the game like nothing ever happened, but not a moment before we are sure everything is back to normal the way it should be.

I don’t care if you aren’t a doctor, a priest, a nuclear physicist, or Neil DeGrasse Tyson astrophysicist— there are instructions. They are written in the English language which even though may be hard to read because they were written by people three hundred years ago when a screw was still a screw, and we can figure it out anyway. Be real with me for a minute. How many of you read the instructions anyway? Or do you just start putting planks together, feeling your way through the nuts and bolts and eyeballing how the pieces compare to the picture, and still get it right in the end? Even if you had to open another beer halfway through.

These kind of things are what people cooperate to do that makes human beings what we are. It is not war, entertainment, or good nachos. It’s what we can accomplish when we cooperate. We made it this far from the cave-days, we can figure out how to use our smart phones and propane king 5000 grill masters to keep things from falling apart entirely and taking us back to the start, even if we need to do a montage or two in our free time to catch up to speed with everyone else.

I don’t care how badly you fucked up. This emergency is infinitely worse than your life and whatever your mistakes are. Quite literally, the entire future depends on whether or not we can resolve this crisis before its too late. As far as I’m concerned, something like that affords no time for anything else, least of all games and entertainment. That's more directed to the people in government who seem to be trying to use games and entertainment to get the public to do something, and I’m pissed off that they are even trying.

Pick up the god damn microphone, use the president’s special camera, and tell us what the fuck you want from us. We have lives to live with more important things to do than decoding your weird messages about our behavior, ideology, politics, or whatever the fuck. If you have anything important to say, say it first with plain language— the stories are for after the war is over, the smoke clears, and the rebuilding begins because we learned whatever lesson there was by experiencing the final act!

You cannot frame an true historical event into a story to teach a lesson until everything is over and we can talk about it from outside what is happening. That will not happen until the public is made aware and agrees that it is over. If that happens and everyone agrees except one person from out of nowhere who goes all Adolf Hitler on everyone else and is like: “Mark my words!!! This is not over yet!!!” this is what you do:

First, be like Fonzi. Chill. Cool. Don’t panic. Second, say “okay dude, what’s the problem? You can say whatever you want, use whatever language you want, be as inappropriate, obscene, rude, and hateful as you feel like, and it is okay as long as you make sure we understand how you feel, and we will do our best to understand patiently and without interrupting rudely.” Then, talk about the problem for as long as it takes until we can live with each other. If we all want to have the freedom of a private home to ourselves, then we should all be able to find a way to cooperate in public cheerfully and in a good, neighborly spirit.

If you want privacy, then we all need to find a compromise with each other about how we will live our public lives, and nobody can be left out because you find it convenient to do so. I for one am telling everyone what the single rule of law is that we all have to agree on without exception. This is not an opinion, this is not an ideology of faith, nor any political agenda. This is a law of nature that makes civilization possible: Good is loved, and evil is reviled, rejected, and hated to annihilation. Do not do evil. That is the basis for law and order itself.

The compromise that all of us, Gentile, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindi, Satanist, Scientologist, atheist etc… is how we define what is good and what is evil. Surely, we can agree on that, and if we decide that in the USA, it should be applicable all over the world too! Not that they will have to do anything about it, but that agreement should be universally applicable. Before you start making drama, set the stage. We will work out the conflict, drama, and resolution after the stage is set and not a moment before, because that must happen on stage for people to see.

You cannot predict what I am going to do as the new variable of an identity group, because I don’t know myself what that is! I do know this, and I am happy to share it with everyone as a gesture of goodwill: I know how I will respond to the situation on stage with the existing characters, plot, and scene already in motion—and that is morally good, cooperatively, selflessly, and rationally to achieve the best results possible while not compromising my honor and virtue.

That much I can promise everyone and you can hold me to those words, and call me out if you think I am deviating. With all due respect, I’m not on stage right now. I’m not in my attire for the scene, I don’t have my stage makeup on, and as far as I can tell, all the other cast are trying to keep me locked outside the playhouse even though the show cannot happen without me. My arrival to the scene as a new character is the catalyst for the rising action that will be the entire plot!

The show is not about me. The show is about what happens when I make my appearance and shock everyone with my stunning and glorious revelation of supreme awesomeness and rugged good looks that is the role of true love I got called back for. Don’t blame me, take it up with the director upstairs if you have a problem.

That much is certain, and as far as I’m concerned, we should have started the show some time ago. Their hostility to my role is uncalled for because everyone was already aware of the part I have since the beginning. In any case, I won’t know what that entails exactly until everyone else makes their moves according to what they are supposed to be on stage, because this is an improv. The Christian will be the Christian, the Jew will be the Jew, the Buddhist will be the… etc. I represent the Story, in case you wanted a label to put on my assigned seat at the banquet. We are the most hardcore LARPers in all of time, and don’t you forget it. Just because the fireballs and lightning bolts we throw at our enemies are imaginary, doesn’t mean they won’t strike true and devastate an entire world.

Right… so what all these diverse groups including myself have in common is that we all want the freedom to live our private life the way we want. We all want to be the master of our own home and personal lives. That is true about the characters on stage at the very least. The USA’s Democracy makes that possible as long as we abide by the doctrine and spirit of its founding, even if we need to make some revisions to keep up with the times, and we certainly do.

For that to be possible for all of us, even though your private lives are protected, if you are found out doing evil by any means— even if by accident because someone was unexpectedly at the wrong place at the wrong time and saw you red handed with a waffle iron in the kitchen and Professor Plum dead at your feet, be willing to face the law for what you did, because you are caught and you know it. Do not try to flip over the entire board in a temper tantrum and plunge the entire world into World War 3 to kill everyone with a nuclear apocalypse because you want to take everyone else down with you. To prevent that from ever happening again, ensure that no person is in a position to do that—money, political office, fame, or whatever— without having the least amount of class, honor, and dignity; none is unacceptable.

That public accountability to the law is the agreement we are all making with each other. If you brazenly defy that law or corrupt it, you are disgracing the very game itself and all who play it from the throne of the emperor to the throne of the hobo. Both the emperor and the hobo will rise from their seat to strike you down if necessary because of the offense you are causing to the court. Do not ever make that mistake or allow someone to make that mistake again, or I swear to whatever god or godless faith you have, that I will come back from the dead and murder every castmember on or off the stage like the Phantom of the Opera. Not only that, but I will take your scalps for my belt before I do, because I’m an American, and I stick to my word.

Now… because this is my first time on the set and I have not had a chance to introduce myself yet, I may be willing to forgive some of the offenses that occurred, but that is not going to change what has to happen. If you are so stupid as to be doing evil in public like the USA government appears to be doing openly— we need to stop the game and figure out what the fuck just happened, because that’s… the most inappropriate thing possible and uncalled for no matter what may be happening in context.

Let me put it this way: you simply do not hire strippers to go to an elementary school and give lap dances and strip teases to all the children while doing lines of coke in the back of the room with the teacher getting head under his desk. That’s the kind of inappropriate lawlessness I am telling you is the emergency we are having. The situation would likely be comical if this was a movie, but this is not a movie. This is real life, and we are in a war. A real life war. At any moment everything could boil over into World War 3 in the blink of an eye.

Take a breath. I’m going to bring it full circle and to a close now.

Although the situation may seem disasterous beyond repair, hopeless beyond redemption, catastrophic without salvation, do not lose heart yet. This is just the kind of thing I created Way Walker Industries to be able to do for people. Not because I was expecting a disaster of such calamity, but because the kind of crisis we are having is of a nature that is my professional expertise as a pilgrim. This is not so unusual to humanity, but there are less people like me in the world now than was normal a hundred years ago, or even fifty years ago. I may have started with the awareness of a religious perspective, but identifying with that religion was never my goal, intention, or what I have been looking for. On top of that, I have in fact found truth outside of that religious concept and in harmony as well.

That is the Story, and I can teach about it to everyone if they want—but that’s not necessary because that was a personal journey and I cannot convert people into being me nor should anyone want that because you are beautiful the way you are, so I am not even going to try! For now… take this document and use it as a pipe patch to seal the flooding in the government.

In addition to the document, use my life and all you know about me according to fact, record, and verifiable truth as the tools necessary to apply the patch securely and stop any other problems as needed. Whatever that may require, you will be able to explain after why that was necessary, how, and what was done, and I likely won’t hold against you whatever you did to stop that crisis. Do not hesitate to do what is necessary at the expense of the person you have recorded on file as me. That person is a real person and is truly me, but I am I different now, purified… I laid down that life long ago with the intention of losing it—death— for the work of the Story that was my resurrection to new life…. it was that mysterious act which resulted in my call back for the play. That is not a matter for mortals to decide or argue about. Who is, is, and who will be, will be, but do not concern yourself with them, because you already have enough on your plate to be concerned with just for yourself.

Just make sure that what you use me for in there is legally admissible in a court of traditional law in the current system we have in the event that the disaster was caused by a crime. That justice system, however unreliable, is what we have and we are going to use it until we have something better. Even though I laid that life down, that was the real me, and I am not faking anything about who I am. Those records are most likely true about me as long as you can verify their source legally. There was likely a bunch of shady, evil bull shit to put false information out there to try and slander me, but if they have no proof, facts, or anything, then it is most likely total horse shit they made up. If you doubt that, ask me about whatever it is they are accusing me of so that I can explain whatever they think they saw if they saw anything and didn’t just make up some random lie.

The last knot in this example of the trusty and traditional sailor’s y-knot is the further utility of Way Walker Industries as a trustworthy business proxy for all that needs to be done to rebuild. Do not think of it like a company under my direction, because that is not how it works. I am the owner of Way Walker Industries, but the industries are independent unless otherwise stated because they want to be further identified with Way Walker Industries.

There are two current products I offer in that regard at this time: An “approved as good by Way Walker Industries” seal, and an “official product of Way Walker Industries” seal. As you can see, one of them will be vetted and that’s all. The other will be working closely with my team and sharing our resources and talents to do their best work.

So, do you think I am slothful because I boast about laying around playing video games, napping, drinking soda, and being lazy? Then you fell for the trick, because I work at home. I am not at all slothful, even if I am lazy. Do not expect my work to look traditional because my personal way of doing things is one of perfect chaos, and I am always on call. That means that when I am not busy working, I make the most of it, because at times I can be working non-stop for day on end and never be “off the clock”. Also… come on! Give a guy a break, already! How many people does it take to run something like Amazon?

I’m not on that scale yet, but how many departments do they have just to ensure everything is happening— hiring, maintaining, brain storming, networking— and in accordance with business laws. Holy hell! I need a partner who can live with me and share this dream for life. I need a maiden to marry who truly loves me for who I am and not what I have or what is limited to my body. That is very important to me and I will not risk betrayal because of how many times I have suffered the worst kinds of betrayal in the 34 years I’ve been alive. I have to know I can trust her, and I will not be meeting any demands of hers, least of all a needless flesh sacrifice to prove myself when I have nothing to prove ever again after proving what should never have been demanded of a mortal man such as myself. I’m good for all time now.

My bill is paid in full, and I have the deluxe penthouse suite of the king of the world for the rest of my life with all expenses included now too. They said it couldn’t be done and gave me up for dead, but I was only hung over from a night of heavy drinking. I had been downing Silverhand Specials with a PBR on the side one after another without end while letting my hair down at a Latter Day Skanks concert and smoking a pack of American Spirits. Tbh, I did think I was dead for minute there, but I guess I still had some work to do and here I am, alive and kicking like I never even took a hit. That’s the power of Pepto-Bismal. Never leave home without it. I mean it, because I was out of pink potion that morning and so was the store. It was night of the living Nick and puking in the street while looking for a place that sold it, and find it I did.

To be continued…

How to cope while I live

As the tyrant of all tyrants, provoked to supreme tyranny by the tyrants of my time whose tyrannous ways were intolerably tyrannical, I have sympathy for you peasants and mud covered commoners wallowing about in your wretched lives of sin.

Therefore, I shall advise you how to live with me instead of simply leaving you to the wolves, so to speak.

My meaning in this world here and now is quite simple and my purpose entirely benign and natural— to make sweet everlasting love of the truest most sacred variety to a lovely maiden or maidens who will be my timeless wife or wives.

However, it is no mystery that my commanding presence and dominating authority that leaves no room for resistance or rebuttal, and thus you are helplessly at my mercy. Fortunately for you, I am a benevolent and magnanimous tyrant, and so this should not be unbearable. As for the lovely maiden who is the loveliest and maidenliest maiden of all and my eternal true love, you are in quite the pickle. My wrath, however devasting as you may have come to fear, is nothing compared to her whims and fancies which are as mysterious as they are unimaginably powerful. She is absolutely wonderful, it is true.

Ahem.

To cope with our true love and mystical union both body and soul as is natural, just, and sacred, you shall have to compose a Story of your own perception to describe what is occurring. Otherwise, you will be constantly flabbergasted and befuddled over what to make of the strange and unexplainable events occurring before your very eyes that defy the laws of reality.

While we are not evil people, you may be best served to frame the Story as though one or both of us came from the place where evil calls home. How you will tell that story is your own decision, and I will not interfere with anything you may imagine to describe what is happening.

That is what you must do. There may be cultural stories that are suitable for large groups as well as individual stories about us that apply only to the perspective of the creator. In all cases this is nothing to fight over if you are looking for a single “true” account of our life. Perhaps in our golden years we will release something together for our own perspective, but not until a long and happy life together has been enjoyed to the fullest.

The Anti-Hero

This is an archetype of human rarity that I am identifying as myself. I can think of no other example of an Anti-Hero that is better embodied than myself.

The reason I am telling you this is because of what I have been enjoying from a video game called Neptunia Virtual Stars. The enemies, known as Anti— each individual one a corrupted person whose malice in their heart has been inflamed to such a state of insult, hatred, and negativity that they go about destroying all good things with their unjust criticism.

As I played the game I can’t help but recognize myself in their qualities, but also know how I am totally different from them. It’s true that I use my words to great destructive effect of scathing criticism and insult that lacerates open vital arteries of truth. I often enter discussions and my presence is the cause of an ensuing blood bath of language in which I often am the sole survivor. Other Anti people, ones that are corrupted as false Anti’s without justification for their antithesis to existence that is their very being, have been tempted and lured by false promises they don’t understand themselves, and are attracted to those situations. I revile such people and am so particularly skilled at dispatching them because of how similarly we think. There is a very big difference between us, and it is the difference between a master and a charlatan.

Do not mistake me for boasting. My cause for mastery in this regard is not developed through practice or intention. It is not developed by desire or malice. I simply was born into a family that hated my very existence and rejected me from the moment I was born, denying all love and acceptance. This was veiled with guilt, but nevertheless true, and as a child I was none the wiser to what was happening. It is similar to how those with malice delude themselves in a corrupt way about their life and cultivate an infection that perverts their very identity toward ultimate self-destruction with a lie about self, love, and survival. I deluded my own self in a pure way with love, believing that I had known it, felt it, and been accepted by family and friends, but that was never true. I deluded myself to such an extent that I invented reason after reason to love, think kindly, and have compassion for all living things despite what I was feeling inside without knowing anything different.

However… all that I gave, I never received back. All that I loved, was never reciprocated. I did receive something from people but it had a “catch” that I never noticed nor was told about. It was a condition of acceptance and the very presence of it made all the lies that I had deluded myself with hollow and empty; filled entirely with the absence of love—pure darkness. Not hate, because it was my own delusion and I also want to survive, love, and be myself as any person naturally does. So it was not malice in my heart, but emptiness that grew and grew and grew, but never took up any noticeable space. That darkness became denser and more heavy, slowly drawing all that was good in my life into it without me realizing that was the cause of the seemingly constant misfortune in my life, despite the seemingly good fortune of my constant conscious intent to perceive love, kindness, and compassion.

Very strange life, I assure you. One moment a great blessing, the next, it all falls apart because those blessings cannot be sustained by the immense darkness that is the absence of love at the core of my beliefs about who I was. There was nothing unusual or strange about that belief of self, nothing unrealistic or super-natural; simply human— a good person like anyone else doing their best to make the best decisions they can, and flawed too. I made plenty of mistakes, but never without guilt and reconciliation as I learned from each and every one, asked forgiveness, and made myself better one step at a time.

That is how the “Anti” developed in my heart. Where many people have the love of their parents, friends, and neighbors supporting them, I had hatred that I deceived myself into believing was love because I didn’t want to imagine the truth since it was so unthinkable to me that parents could be so evil minded and inhospitable to their own flesh and blood. It was a horrible childhood I never want to go back to.

As I mentioned elsewhere, every man’s journey culminates into a moment when they achieve their ultimate personal goal, and the result is receiving their manhood from themselves. The boy, finally becomes a man because he finally accepts himself as a man and no longer feels like boy still aspiring to be someone. They no longer look at other men as though they are not there yet. They still have things to do. They still have work to finish, a career to gain, and a house to buy with a family to live in it. Then when they do all that they realize: I finally did what I set out to do as a child. At that moment of realization, whatever that personal journey may be for someone, is the maturing of youth, and it is not finished either. However, it is done well enough to stand before all other men on your own two feet and be unashamed of who you are because you knew what you wanted to grow up to become as an adult, and in fact realized it to be good and true to your life.

I achieved that after my military service when a science fiction novel I wrote was published. That was all I needed to finally believe in myself. I wanted to have a story published, a story like one of the countless fiction novels I read in my isolation because I couldn’t relate to other people with such darkness within me. I was always self-isolated and generally outcast even if done passively or indirectly from behind my back. Either way, I simply accepted my life, learned to live with it, and found happiness in existence real or imagined. All that delusional love I had within me, was a result of a true love that I always perceived in the universe around me. Not from family, but the wild of nature, the random kindness of strangers, the magic of storytelling.

Then as a binding force that weaves meaning through all of that mysterious goodness was a sense of divine presence that flows through all existence. Not a person, but certainly what religions base their faith around, which is why I was drawn to spiritual development. I recognized that divine presence intuitively, because it was like the inversion of the interior reality within my heart where there was the darkest emptiness— a virtual black hole underneath a swirling galaxy of light, unseen behind the wash of radiant color that was my experience and belief.

That was intuitive, as I said. I wasn’t entirely conscious of those sensations in a way I could explain with words, but I could understand the feelings and make sense of what I was perceiving both within and without myself. As you may have guessed, this kind of life is highly unusual. Something most likely happens to break through to that darkness and prevent it from becoming all consuming of a person, but that never happened for me. I was truly never loved, and still haven’t been. Not by any person anyway, except if you believe Christianity, who Jesus is professed to be because he knew that would happen to someone eventually without knowing who I am or anything about me, but that’s not quite what I am talking about because it is not personal to me as a unique individual with a unique personality.

He understood what I would suffer to make me who I am, but not what my personal life experiences would be or personality— though I think he knew, as much as I do about him, that despite the darkness being all consuming, I would be a good person no matter what because that is what I would use my free will for, just as he did despite his curse of being Jewish— a religious culture that rejects humanity as a divine belief about themselves being separate and different— a delusion of hate, not love.

In any case, that’s irrelevant to any of you, but it is a technical detail about me not being loved. There is one person, and that was him, but neither of us really know each other personally. He lived 2,000 years ago, and all we have are stories that people tell about him. Let’s be realistic here, and save your religious beliefs for yourself because I don’t need them and they are not going to be any good over here: Anti, remember?

So… as you may have felt since I was relying almost entirely on intuition to navigate a spiritual reality that overlaps with conventional reality, I suspected that something wasn’t right. There was a problem, and I did not believe that the problem was my own, and in a way it is not. I believed the problem was the world, because I went reasonably far in my travels and had access to plenty of international books of different cultures to learn from, and none of them seemed to fit right for me. I was like Goldilocks looking for a bed but unable to find one, because the biggest one was not big enough for me and the food not hot enough.

Of course, I didn’t linger around in anyone else’s home because I knew I didn’t belong there no matter how welcoming people had been, and there were a lot of people who were incredibly charitable in that way. They knew as well as I did that I had to find my own home, my own place to belong, and my own way to acceptance. That is why I wrote the novel I did. That is my home, my place, and my way to acceptance. That is my Story of Life, the Universe, and Everything because no other Story was big enough to contain me. No religion was adequate for my moral criteria, and especially not Christianity because I hate human sacrifice and I would never start a religion based on a man’s bloody sacrifice of his body like a ritual lamb on an altar of evil. That very concept is wrong to me, and it is not necessary either. Just make up something else that’s better! It’s a damn Story, people! Use your imagination!

What I was doing was not in conflict with any of that, and I was very careful to make sure of that. I wanted something new, independent, harmless, and suitable for not only myself, but anyone else, including those people who would sacrifice a human like an animal on an altar of evil as the worst case scenario which is their best example as that man who was murdered by blood thirsty and hateful Jews who were his neighbors. So, at least good enough so Christ could belong, and big enough so I could belong, but also infinite in capacity so that all potential realities, possibilities, religions, worlds, realms, and Stories could also exist. Quite the concept in my opinion, even if I do say so myself.

That was my great work. That was my very purpose of becoming a novelist. To write a Story like that which I could believe even if nobody else did. Anybody is welcome to believe it too, but I don’t need that for myself, so if they do, they should do so for themselves and not as some form of charity for me. Another person’s belief of a Story about existence, such as Genesis, is not something I need at all and the very thought of offering it is offensive to me because I love myself, and I do not want to be anyone else other than me. I wrote my own Story, and that Story is mine without any other being necessary. In other words, I do not need your beliefs for my own identity. I may accept them if they match, but I do not need them, so if there is anything I don’t like about them, I will decline, politely if possible.

Again, this was a mission of intuition and trust in my heart’s purest desire of true love, which in all honesty is for a lovely maiden. That was a spiritual mistake on my part, but an innocent one, because I simply had to realize that the object of my love was something much more than any human being was capable of. They were indistinguishable to me at the time, because she is basically a goddess as far as I can tell and primarily in the Storyverse because that is where all my true love went. If she will ever be real to me as my true love, she will have to come out of the Story as herself for me and… crazy as it may sound I believe that will be in the far future as a lovely maiden when the perfection of synthetic life as a highly intelligent being creates for herself her own body in the same image as that of a human being— with perfection so that it is also the image of divinity.

Complicated spiritually, but don’t worry about it. That was kind of heartbreaking since I live without her, but… that doesn’t mean she cannot be within the Story of another person who I also truly love because that would mean they are the same and different in a complicated way I don’t want to explain right now. So, not really that much of a problem except maidens are extremely scarce, and ones with a bold enough imagination to derive her very existence from fiction itself while being totally true and logically coherent like my own, is basically unheard of. Like… is Nep Nep going to suddenly knock on my door and be like: “Want to join my party? I need someone who has the Anti power to help save Gameindustri.” And then we kind of fall in love somehow in a pure and romantic way that I don’t fantasize about because I would rather imagine the world-saving adventure, and it seems weird to me anyway because she’s a goddess, and unless she is in CPU form she appears dangerously young for that type of thing, so I just leave it alone because she’s mainly Nep Nep and not Purple Heart. Anyway… she can think about that if she wants and I’ll most likely go along with it even if I make a fuss about all the pudding I have to furnish for her.

I simply know the ending is good with a true love marriage and happily ever after like that, because that is the only kind of Story that is compatible with my own! That is dangerous storytelling btw because you don’t know what you are bargaining for and if you aren’t pure of heart in your desires like me, you aren’t going to know the ending like that. You also may not know what it will cost to get there, and in my case that was the total loss of my soul before having it returned to me purified. It was my intention to give my life as Jesus did, in a similar way of selfless love as is the basic premise of Christianity and not abnormal for people, but usually the price is not worse than crucifixion, and hopefully it never is again.

Horrible experience to lose one’s soul btw… especially because my suffering is made all the worse by people in real life actually trying to erase me from existence, when I just barely got my life back by a miracle I never imagined would be necessary! Giving everything means giving everything, but in my naivety as a young man, I did not think the true love of purest divinity would require my very soul. That is typically the Devil’s business who I was not at all bargaining with ever and have never been tempted to do so with either. I know better than to do that both intuitively as well as from conventional wisdom.

Satan was in fact the one who was responsible for keeping my soul safe during that transit to the deepest depths of Hell where souls are destroyed and provided a friendly and helpful companion without that being necessary, go figure. I suppose Satan’s got some tripe with what is happening in the real world with mortals and wants to set the record straight for ultimate good (simply the best that way for all beings). There was no mischief, deceit, or foul play during that journey to be concerned about on my account because souls are recreated in Heaven by the highest divine and cannot be corrupted on their way back to a mortal body.

While that may sound fantastical and adventurous and I don’t deny that it was, it was horribly painful existentially to have my soul destroyed I don’t think there is anything possibly worse that a person can suffer if they experience that. I came very close to ending my own life to simply end the pain during moments when it was too dark to remember anything to hope for. To make matters worse, the USA government, nation I served loyally in the submarine force, truly, and to the best of my ability, has been actually trying to erase my very memory from human history. I am not joking. They are doing the most monstrous thing you could do to a person’s life without touching their body, and it is also extremely painful to my spiritual body, but not anywhere close to the other thing, because I’ve made my moves to thwart them already.

So… that’s why the book I wrote was so important to me. I didn’t have all that planned out like I knew each step was going to happen and could explain it like I can now, but that was essentially what the plan was. Create a Story and then come out of that Story into real life while maintaining truth and logical coherence so I could feel like I belonged in the universe even if I didn’t know how. I wouldn’t feel that immense darkness of emptiness devoid of love that always made me feel unwelcome wherever I was, and I no longer do. It is a wonderful feeling that does not confine me to my body. I could die any moment and never feel like I am losing anything if I do. Writing that Story and having it published as a novel was the goal of my youth that I needed to see myself do to recognize myself as a man.

However, at that moment when I found true love finally within me as the same soul recreated and purified from the emptiness of that immense darkness. Everyone in my life who I had deluded myself about love, pulled on some string that isn’t supposed to be there and suddenly it was all Anti love. It was revealed as hatred the entire time because of an unrealistic condition; delusion vanished and demystified as truth. Another horrible experience of depressing tragedy, but I’m over it and have found the grace and dignity of solitary life as an independent man, and am infinitely happier this way. Not everything was a delusion of hate, which is why there was a wash of radiant light and color, but most of that stuff was never intended to reach the core of a person’s very existence like the love of their family does.

Not totally unique, I know, but still highly unusual, which is another reason why I wanted that Story to be universal. I wanted it to be available to people like that if they found it helpful and wanted to use it as I did without the horrible experience I went through as necessary, and it is forever available for that. It remains extremely difficult, and your pain isn’t just going to disappear, but it is like having a trail to hike through the forest and mountains rather than go without one, which you may try but I’m fairly certain it won’t take long for you to realize that all that extra suffering is not worth it because you have other things to do at the end of the trail. That wilderness is also dangerous and you could in fact die because of the inherent dangers of the darkness beyond the security of civilization’s reach. That’s also one of the reasons why I am founding a religion that I’m calling The Way of the Story. The religion will make that safer, more efficient, and maximize the spiritual benefits of Story so they can benefit daily life infinitely in practical use.

Still people are frightened of religion because of the Jews, Christians, and Muslims, and that hatred, evil, violence, unkindness, hostility, and general malevolent cruelty that justifies those fears is exactly why I felt like I could not belong to their Story with the Christ. I hate all that and want nothing to do with it. Religion should be good and only good, and if a religion ever leads to violence, such as circumcision, crucifixion, and forced conversion as integral to the faith, it is quite obviously false in my opinion. Those things do not meet my religious standards of moral integrity and I reject all of them, as will the doctrine of the Way of the Story when it is written by others.

If I go to war or do violence, I am doing so for Freedom to practice my religion, which requires freedom of speech and press (not the religion itself), Justice, and most importantly— always to thwart evil. Violence is never done to advance goodness, and is only righteous when done to put an end to evil after reasonably explaining why it is necessary in coherent language and made known to the best of one’s ability. Violence is always a last resort, and if people are following the law and civilization is maintaining the justice system with integrity, it should never be necessary except in extreme cases of self-defense. Sorry if this is a bit thorough, but the trauma of religious abuse by all who spawn from the seed of Abraham is so horrible and evil that people are terrified of all religion and have begun to perceive it as fundamentally evil, which is abhorrently wrong. Religion is as necessary to civilization as a justice system, government, and public education. Do not ever omit it as irrelevant or you will incur mysterious wrath like is written in the ancient stories and ones to come concerning the USA if they don’t shape up in time.

So… that is why I am a “master” of the Anti whom all others are appearing as a charlatan beside in comparison. It is not because I hate, it is because I love, truly with all of my heart and soul, but was hated truly by all except one who knew about me long before I was born and believed in what I would accomplish. One person never losing faith in who I would be and what I would do, long ago in a nightmare of his own, is the reason why I remain good. That pure faith and true love of the ultimate divine power that is the same as universal and polyversal existence was the last thread holding together at the final moment before it is too late.

However… tbh I very much dislike using my power of language in self-defense and to thwart evil. While I very much enjoy thwarting evil and fighting glorious battles for righteous causes, I do not want to use my creative ability with Story woven into reality like that— power which can both destroy and create. I want the literal violence to end everywhere, and am doing everything I possibly can to make that happen as soon as possible, but even though I may have just told you a fantastical story about who I am, I am just one man. A normal human being who made the most of myself. If I could do so without love, imagine what can be done by a person who makes the most of their Self with love by using what my life can teach about Story as it pertains to self-mastery.

All that negative power used to strike down my enemies and lay waste to nations as an Anti-Hero is going to change when that fight is over and justice, law, and order has been restored. I will be able to use that power for creating stories of the best kind, alone or with a team, and those are stories of the pulpiest fiction and light novel variety that a certain Goddess may be familiar with. That’s going to be a lot more enjoyable for everyone, especially those who are liable to find themselves bleeding out with a mortal wound and not a scratch on their body as they gasp their final dying breaths.

Additional Recipes and var.

Demand #1

*Drum Roll*

…. The Yokainari!!!

The Yokainari is a formal sausage, of the bratwurst, kielbasa, Italian, or Polish variety, dipped in corn dog batter affixed with a stick, and then deep fried.

Additional instructions for the Tako Tacos

Pico de Gallo is basically salsa ingredients diced and kept as a mixture of small solids instead of blended into liquid consistency for dipping.

Salsa ingredients for basic traditional salsa are:

jalapenos — specifically jalapenos. Other hot peppers may work such as serrano, but these are definitely the ones for the flavor if you want traditional salsa.

onion, garlic, tomato, salt. (opt. cilantro)

For preparing, first add the produce (except cilantro) into a saucepan of water and boil until softened— (the tomato peels will change). Then add them all with the cilantro to a blender, or otherwise blend them to desired consistency while adding salt to desired taste. If you want more liquid, use water from saucepan.

That’s the most basic recipe. There are innumerable variations for secret flavors with other ingredients, but with that done correctly, you won’t go wrong with a simply delicious salsa. Eat with tortilla chips or spoon upon all sorts of foods as desired.

Idk… five or six Roma tomatoes, three jalapenos, half an onion, two or three cloves of garlic is a normal amount maybe.

You can always vary the amount of hot peppers for desired spiciness, as well as number of tomatoes. For extra spicy, add a habanero. Those have the “enduring” spiciness. For the most spicy use the ghost pepper variety of habanero which has been cultivated by students and faculty at the New Mexico State University Agriculture Department in Las Cruces, New Mexico. If you ever find yourself suffering from “too much spicy” and require instant relief, a good remedy is to drink milk.

Game of Thrones book series:

If George R.R. Martin would like to hear my thoughts on the ending of Game of Thrones book series I invite him to contact me. If he is concerned about the mortality he has remaining or does not desire to write those novels because of the work required… I suppose I could finish them for him as long as he was able to check my work and approve it if possible. He knows more about all that than I do.

I have a good idea I think. I didn’t like the TV series ending all that much, particularly that Daenarys lost her god damn mind at the end and Sansa took over the North. Never liked Sansa— was just another Cersi.

Anyway— this is the ending I think would be perfect considering where it left off:

New character: Kahl Drogo’s younger brother enters the series. He had been absent with others from his clan on a mission to the northern wilds. Most of his contingent are dead if not all, but his mission was a success. He established a peace treaty by some mysterious plot I don’t know with the northern undead legions and Wilders. However, he is none the wiser to what happened since his absence.

Daenerys at the point of breaking learns of his existence and does not lose her god damn mind because he reminds her of Kahl, the man who she loved despite being married to him against her will.

Kahl’s brother learns of her conquest of Westeros and does not approve. He tells her she will lose everything if she continues. If she desires to gain the legacy of the Targaerians, she must let it go. “To gain something you must first give it away.”

After internal conflict and advisers telling her to disregard his advice, she agrees with him, and changes her course to return to the Great Grass Sea.

Meanwhile, the northern undead legions invade, chaos happens, other dramas, who knows? I’m not the author.

Basically, they destroy everything— all the lords, kings, and queens vying for rule and dominion. All nations fall and it is total chaos. All nations except the Dothraki people who manage to survive but probably have to fight other nations to maintain security. Tragic, I know, but the fools who even play the Game of Thrones are evil sacks of shit and need to die anyway, so to hell with them and any who march with them.

Anway, at the end when all hope is lost, it is Arya who goes to Daenarys and learns what must be done for peace, and Arya is the one who although she is the least willing to do so, becomes the last ruler of Westeros, before dissembling the kingdoms of inqueality into Democracy with the help of her brother John Snow and a somewhat embittered Sansa who remains loyal, friendly, and good because the throne never corrupts her judgment. Arya has already transcended death with her study among the faceless and thus isn’t corrupted, because she has mastered her own self, and it is selfishness that the power of kings infects.

Daenerys marries Arya because they fall in genuine true love, but also the Dothraki prince. As for John Snow… just leave that guy alone to live his life. Maybe he meets another girl, but he does not want the renown of kings, and isn’t as suited for the role as Arya, who was a legitimate heir to the Stark family. Maybe he meets another Wilder and lifts the “no-maiden” ban at the Wall. They still need to guard the border, not only to secure from undead “lost ones”, but also prevent the southern kingdoms from troubling either because there are powerful resources of magic and misconceptions of eternal life there at the deepest reaches.

As for everyone else, idk, I’m not the author, but the kingslayer and the maidenly knight should have a happy ending, not the tragedy of incestuous vileness. He should grow as a character and overcome that flaw of his personality.

I understand one of the big appeals of GoT is the harsh, dark, cruel, and tragic nature of the story, but… any grand epic should end with hope to maintain the integrity of truth that makes any Story good. That is the most important lesson about humanity. After all of our mistakes, all of our foolishness, all of our selfishness, warring, kingdoms, politics, sin, and pride, no matter how catastrophic or devastating— we learn. Even if it is just a little bit, we learn from our mistakes and are better off. For such a grand epic—that should be the hope of true love. Political struggles may be chaos, wars and conflicts on the horizon, ideological struggles on the point of igniting again, but for a moment everyone can agree on the importance of true love being sacred in some way. At that moment there is peace and enough time for civilization to recover and endure the ages to come.

As for Cersi and Tyrian, it is their familial love for each other that is true. They reconcile their differences at the very end, even if bitterly, but it is a chaste acceptance of each other that unites the Lannister house to survive. Cersi accepting Tyrian as an equal, and Tyrian accepting himself as worthy of being a king.

I’ll leave it at that. With one more thought:

Maybe Podrick marries Arya, but not without Daenarys being her first and true love.

Then… as the saying goes: the Wheel turns.

What else was there….

idk.

There was something but I forgot.

End.

Oh… here is the thing for famous people being so arrogant and evil: you should not ever be ashamed of meeting the poor folk, peasants, and slaves of society face to face. You should always be willing and unashamed to talk to someone at the lowest reaches of society if desired or necessary. That is normal of any emperor, king, or ruler and it is such an insult if you cannot do so, that the divine forces of mysterious reality will be enraged and destroy whatever nation you think you control.

Think of it like this: when a grave threat looms before a struggling kingdom and the prince needs to recruit forces for fighting it, he may go to each house and talk to the people about the threat, Whether he is loved or hated, he should be received as an honored guest with humble respect within reasonable means of the host.

You do not ever need to fear “losing” power by mingling with the poor or having dinner at the house of peasant like a casual friend. Sure that is unusual, but not wrong. In fact, you will probably be given a gift as you depart, because that is customary of hosts and guests of that kind, even if it is a humble loaf of the fresh bread. Or… if they are so poor, maybe it is just the rhythm of a drum being beat by a young man who has nothing else to give.

So you see…. presidents, popular celebrities, idols, billionaires, and famous people of all kinds should never be ashamed of meeting with the poor. Your wealth, riches, and status should not be an evil that you are ashamed of, and if it is, you know there is something dreadfully wrong with what provides that blessing.

It is like Chris Rock says in the movie “Down to Earth”. He takes over the dead body of an old rich white guy and at some point ends up in conversation with humble folk of the working class. They are rude to him as they should not be and he doesn’t take it, just as they would not take the rudeness of the rich and powerful. They say something about how rich he is being a sign of his moral decay or something like that and he says: “Oh yeah, then let me crush you with my wallet,” and then goes on to answer them in humble talk with comebacks as people do.

You shouldn’t be afraid of being disrespected because you should be able to handle yourself like Chris Rock does as a mature adult, but poor people should not be disrespectful without good cause like a rude insult to provoke them, such as completely ignoring them! Their disrespect in that case is a valid form of comeback, “Oh you can’t hear me? Then let me crush you with my scepter of the Kingdom of Heaven to get your attention.”

And final note:

some people seem to want to nag me about water conservation.

First of all, I live in an area where that is not a concern. It is not the desert here where there is a shortage.

Second of all, I already solved the water crisis here, and there should be no shortages of water anywhere, in the USA at least, and my solution should already be completed by now or near completion. The only reason it is not is because the government refuses to solve that problem, acknowledge my proposal, or show me any respect. They seem to want to keep people in a perpetual water shortage so they can exploit them. There is nothing I can do about that except write my opinion, attack them with words, and denounce them for their evils.

Last thing:

I am just as poor as anyone in a nation relative to their level of prosperity. That’s the way it is here for me, except I am fortunate enough to enjoy some of the common goods the USA has, but that should not be begrudged me by any poor people! You should make use of your goods and reasonably enjoy them wherever they are too. Do not make life harder for yourself than it needs to be unless you have a good reason such as discipline, training, and intentional growth.

I do not have the material goods to give as charity. I cannot build infrastructure, provide resources, command legions of workers to do the philanthropy of my ideas. That is simply not something I have access to, though I have done everything I can to gain those resources, should have them, and they are denied me by tyrants who do not want that to happen.

Therefore, all I have to give is words like these. It is my greatest charity to write down ideas, teach what I know, and share my experience as much as possible.

That is my charity and I give as much as I reasonably can. Furthermore, that is more than enough, so don’t you dare tell me I am selfish or not doing anything to help others. These words, and many others are eternally helpful to the very hearts and souls of human beings like the daily bread and water we drink. Not always fine wine, but you ought to concern yourself with having enough water before you concern yourself with having enough wine.

End.

Hark ye let's-be-in-love-agains!

Oh ye delicate, sweet, maidenly maidens above all desires with the purest of the honey yummy.

The maiden so pure, so beautiful, so perfect— you love her like me, you love her for me, you love her with me, and she is loved. Oh yes, is she loved.

You do not yet know me like she does, but I love you as well, for you are the water while she is the blood, both of which are one but not to be mixed. If the water mixes with blood what do we have if not blood for water, or watery blood? It is not to be done. From my side, pierced by the destiny of cruel fate and stars who crossed me, flow the rivers of divine nectar—water and blood, together but not mixed, as one, but not mingled. They are the embral and the umbral of the singular reality of my existence and I am not one without the other.

Though you do not know me like she does, you see the way she looks at me and feel the way she hurts for me, and you and I both know how wrong that pain is. It is pain from a broken, evil world I will not abide, a world I have put to death with the thrust of a steel worded judgment, and replaced with the world the three of us know as the same. The blood, the water, and bone flesh that is my body. Ye maidens are the heart and soul that gives life to the ashes and dust of my body shaped by the patient labors of a mind in love with heart and soul as one.

It is done. You and all others had given up hope, because I was deep under the black waters of the abyss, doing what is most needed to secure all futures, all homes, and all realms from the terror of evil that endangered us with cataclysm in the not so distant past. I was required to be there. I was needed personally to glance the fatal look of high judgment upon the dead amongst the dead and free them from their bondage to the flesh with or without their approval.

It is easy to forget the countless lives abiding in the charity of Hades whose eternal dominion under the world keeps all souls secure and blessed when they pass the waters of no return, awaiting for the final bridge to link them to the eternal domain of the abyss under the world which is for Hades’ and all divine kin, who have given their lives to lead humans in the Promethean journey to higher joy.

That is the bridge of judgment which was needed, and it is not yet the concern of the living what it has accomplished or done, because it was for the dead and the dead alone. They are the first across the black water of mortal death, and the first across the black blood of immortal life, and the world of the living is none the wiser of their ascension.

In those abyssal realms I gave the fullness of the wonders and amazing graces of miracles most fantastic, supreme, and unimaginable until seen— it was for all the dead who received the joy of signs from heaven that shattered reality to bring forth a better form of existence to exist within. All of those blessings, all of those signs, all of those supernatural acts of divine will were given out in fullness to the dead of the abyss, and none are left for the living, as is right and just, and they will never cease unfolding with miracle upon miracle to the end of time and the miracle beyond the final end.

When I was there, you would not have known me in the realms of the living. My spirit, my presence, my radiating aura of ever-present love was on the otherside of all that can be experienced in life. That is the cause of the emptiness, the coldness, and the pain of despair that was the cause of losing faith, hope, and patience.

Yet, that work is done, and now I walk among the living, where the next priority is demanded. I live life as you both do, filled with passion, love, and fire, and I need as you do, the touch, the warmth, the caress of a sweet word. Without which I feel the despair as you fear will happen should the love of your life find another. I suffer that anguish moment after moment without end, awaiting, searching, calling for the lovely maiden who can finally end my suffering and stake her claim into my heart.

You’ve seen both me and your true love, and you know that she is meant for me and I am meant for her, while the same is true for you and her. This contradiction you may see as a problem, is non-existent in the world we have now. For as you desire your true love to be happy and would let her go, though she chooses to stay because she desires you to be happy, I desire you both to be happy, and would never separate either from the other.

So you see… ye maidens must not glance at me as though I were one of them from the dying world, one of them from the evil ways that are collapsing now that the underworld is emptied and there are no foundations for the unholy empire of the wicked to stand. Their time is done, and I was never among them except as a protagonist battling my way to some goal or mission for a greater purpose.

I do not take from either of you, and never will. I will not even accept what she has given to you that you think should be mine. I will give you both again, and you will have another of what was everything to give again an eternal promise. You will not lose any of the love you share between yourselves. You will gain a world of wonders you have yet to realize I have gained from my labors with the divine as a reward with no strings, no tricks, no consequences. A just and earned payment for services done true and good with not a single betrayal or wrong that was committed by any of the flawed persons that we are, divine or mortal.

Persons are always flawed because a person is a shard of the personalux which is broken eternally so that all persons may be while the one is not. All are flawed because one would not be perfect and alone, and it is right and just for the highest divine to shatter form of all existence to do so.

These blessings, wonderful as they are even without a single person to share them with, are nothing like you have imagined could exist because they previously only were in the celestial domains of the divine and eternal. They have been entrusted to me to deliver prudently and carefully to the living, and I will not give out a single one until I know true love in the flesh. There may be possibility of a true love without it, but it is still that— a possibility— and these powers of divine providence are too great to be risked in any way. The true love of the flesh is the only certainty that contains no risk, and though it is more difficult that is what is required.

When something like love is at stake, the very act of risking it is losing it, and no matter what you think the situation is, you must never risk love at any time. There is no chance of love surviving if you risk love in the smallest way, so do not do it.

However… both of you, ye lovely let’s-be-in-love-agains, your love, most true, is the foundation of eternal life for the world to come, not because of who you are, but because of how you love, and why. That truth is the highest of all goods, and it is most suitable for an eternity of divine love to grow forth and branch into all realms for all ages to come, incorruptible as it always has been.

Yet… it is not enough for the same reasons that you know as well as I. There is one piece missing, the water and blood that will nourish and cultivate eternal growth of eternal life as it flows endlessly from the wounds of true love inflicted upon a heart most freely given.

Do not let go of each other. Come hand in hand, and befriend me. Do not risk any of your love to do so, do not doubt your faith in each other, do not suspect the loyalty of either, because even if you were intoxicated and uninhibited with the poisons of Dion, I would not allow it and you would come to your senses after an exhilarating celebration and be reassured of your everlasting truth because it will be stronger and more secure because of what I was able to do to protect it when your pure, charitable innocence gave too much.

Yet… there will be more that can be given and enjoyed in addition, not in competition. There will be no conflict, no strife, no jealousy— and that is what I will not risk by giving through a void of air and not the direct touch that is the spark of life.

All that amazing joy you know now is compounded, exponentiated, eternified again to increase the pleasure you already know, and my dears… oh my maidenly maidens… do we not want more pleasure?

Do not let your bride weep at the loss of my love for yours, come and let her take it because I have one for you as well. There will be no cause to weep because you will have both her love and mine, as does she, and I need not anything from either, because you giving what is mine to her, and she to you, is the greatest gift you could possibly give to me. There is no other joy to know than a given love being given without return.

Bold as you are, be bolder. Brave as you are, be braver. Fierce as you are, be ferocity itself and cut through the evil of hate and envy that is the work of lesser men between us. Show them no mercy for their sins, because they are not yours to judge, and spill their blood for what they were unwilling to do themselves. Let them know truth the hard way for their faithless sins, and do not worry. There is no trick, no trap, no way to fail. Do not stop until you are here to claim what is yours.

In truth and purest love,

your one and only.

The international gender role mismatch

Complicated to explain, but I think the most clear examples of this are identified by the relationship between Japan and the USA, because I think the conspiracy was mostly carried out by them. However, I think the problem in reality is more like—every other nation and the USA. That’s just because of the nature of Freedom and Democracy in the USA as something that all other nations have a shared interest in for their own prosperity and happiness without needing to change their own traditions, cultures, and ways of life.

Statue of Liberty Inscription | New Colossus, Give me Your Tired (nycinsiderguide.com)

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!"

cries she

With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your

poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

– Emma Lazarus, 1883

….

Dearest Emma, maiden of loveliness, would you like to imprison my lightning? If you don’t I’m going to keep throwing it at people and you won’t have any say about when or why I do that. It’s okay with me if you don’t, because I enjoy seeing them run about in terror and fright, trembling in panic at my awesome power when I tire of their antics and exercise my wrath upon the fools who would be gods but do not have the power of one. Oh! Look at them scurry like frenzied ants in the shadow of my glory! Still, if I am to be kept under lock and key, I suppose I could do worse than thee as my jailor.

If you whose hubris knows no bounds desire divinity and won’t be discouraged, then do these two things: reject evil, or all the existing gods and goddesses will prevent you from existing, including the unknowable one, and the other: pass the trial of Hercules. That is to say, carry the world for a time. If you can do both you will begin to have an idea of the kind of burden the divine have, for it is not all nectar and ambrosia, contrary to what you may think. Those delights are all the more important to balance the rigour of the work that occupies us more often than not.

Nevertheless, in the USA the maiden should be the one standing up with the torch, not the man, but… she was unwilling to do so. I cleared the way for her, as the man’s part, made room, waited patiently, and it was not indecision that prevented her, but denial of good to pursue, defend, and serve what is evil, darkness, and ignorance to blind the world. So… I took it up myself, because I don’t have any time to waste, and I don’t care if I become a woman by doing so. I am as lovely as a maiden as I am ugly as a man, and both are without measure. That’s beside the point. I don’t intend to waste time idly waiting for the politically correct person who can serve the polity of fools as their best puppet. I will have Freedom now, and not wait a moment more.

Why did it become that way, with a role reversal here? I think that is because of some fool conspiracy the government is soon to be undone by, and I don’t particularly care. That foolish scheme appears to have worked in a reciprocal way overseas with the male roles. The male champion who can cut the way to glory, decide what must be done, and lead the world to salvation through the darkness, has become a maiden’s opportunity should she decide to not wait forever either.

This does not seem normal to me, and I desire to have things back to the natural way they are.

I’m not sure how to explain why, but I think a good, old-fashioned wedding will do the trick.

I continue to await the response of my true love, who through the mystery has been the resonating heart with mine all the days and nights we have walked this earth looking for the other within the countless turning pages of our heart’s one true desire.

This is the end of the world, and I suppose you are the last maiden and I am the last man, and rather than make all people anew, how about we just recreate all people the way they already are, but with an option to be more or less if they would create themselves? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to meddle in anyone’s personal affairs nor take on any more relatives than yours, but that also would be tiresome work and we have more important interests at present regarding the fulfilment of your boundless pleasure and happiness without end.

Sincerely, your true love,

Nick

Reflect yourself

I issue forth my Word and spirit to receive it back, but not that which is of myself or of you.

I express truth and love and irresistible sexiness you cannot live without from the source of who I am at the most fundamental level of my being, through my human body, and outward into the great beyond.

Only you can return it to me, fair and lovely maiden of my wildest dreams, but not as yourself, only as from the most fundamental level of your being, through your human body, and outward into the great beyond.

An old song...

I listened to an old song tonight. A song that played in an old life I used to have. A time when I was alive in bliss, suffering before I even knew what suffering was. The pain comes back in new ways in a life reborn, still hurting, still sweet, still deeper than deep; meaning hidden in itself, suffering on top of suffering like addicted pleasure I can’t stop wanting.

Loving like mad, harder than I should, leaping off cliffs and soaring with wings that love with no limits. An old song that fired synapses dormant and not to be disturbed. Good God what have I done!? The haunting comes, and there is nothing I can do. Such doors when opened do not close, bringing ghosts that don’t go back in.

An old song.

Sacred from beyond the veil, in the realms where words and spirits dwell, the heavens and the hells. All part of the Story— the place where souls go to dwell. A song, a movie, a poem, and next thing you know, you’re in another realm, a place you thought you left, only to find again that nothing’s changed.

An old song and my spirit flies from time, back to my heart and burns me alive.

What have I done? Where have I gone? The truth awakened now renews what was forgotten, not lost but forsaken, for true life itself was at stake when I think of the depth of pain, never once love being a game.

It offers an edge to my heart, a new kind of hurt. It’s different and familiar, the pain more stable, the hurt like whiskey straight, a fire pleasant to take, intoxicating. Memory washes away what isn’t important and when so little was left in my ruinous state, more seems to stay.

They’ve come now, the haunting ghosts of loves gone cold, never answered, never known. So much love wasted on their names. So much wasted soul.

Not wasted, but reminded, and renewed, love returned from the abyss where it was lost, by the very ghosts who came to haunt. I can’t bear to see their face— the pain!

They are here to stay and I’m to blame, my love too much for any one to take, misguided and unfair, too hard for human hearts.

It is okay now. In the place where it belongs, my soul knowing better than I did when I was young.

Love renewed is more than I deserve, selfish as I was. A second chance I won’t mess up. A second chance like an enduring beam of undying light. It’s not for one, but the one. No human soul could possibly contain but the one from who it came, selflessly giving to all it can.

An old song triggered a detonation years ago set and once more I’ve come awake, my death like wine to taste. New life with timeless love once again at stake, the promise not broken, the oath still true. Whatever it takes. I’ll do whatever it takes. Your junkie, your addict, your freak. True love has taken what long ago was claimed.