I’m tired, for a lot of reasons. The FBI has been setting me up for at least twelve years. That’s the timestamp where “God” revealed Themselves to me on an acid trip in a highly discrediting manner because dazzle camouflage. And that’s why I’m tired; I get banned left n right performing my role in society.
I don’t have a job. One reason I am tired is that my life partner actively sabotages my attempts to create sustainability for both of us. We might be almost homeless, but that is not a concern to him. His role is important. He is setting me up so I have a good cover story, I deduced. But that’s the thing; I serve this role, and I’m good at being an idiot, and therein there are many low-level mod that cares about their special space where they are God more than they do the individuals who occupy that space
On the surface, I can take on the appearance of being a belligerent troll. If you listen to what I am saying as a whole, you’ll see I do what I do for a purpose. How do you teach those that refuse to do a spirituality and improve themselves? You trick them:
A pedagogical skit of three lines:
Man: I am the son of God!
Woman: That’s blasphemous!
Man: But sister, surely you know our Father?
I know what effect I have on the world, because I know who finds my work at a certain, deliberately low rate. I figured out how to garner 100k views on my profile per day by skillful trolling six years ago. I know how to get Michael Jackson levels famous now, but I don’t do that. I realized that’s unsustainable. You can’t help individuals like that. So, I learned to be a red dwarf instead of a supernova so I can work with the people that get caught in my orbit.
And most mods don’t even talk to me. They swing their hammer blind. Well, that Roman with a spear sure didn’t know what he was doing, losing out on a promotion for completely other stated reasons. It’s like we engineered our culture to ensure the idolatorer amongst us reveal themselves. That’s someone who gives a sacrific to the gold bull but doesn’t give a shit about a person on the street of their own neighborhood.
The neighbors talk between themselves about me. They don’t realize how lowly they are developed. In Arizona, God is the most similar to what I experienced in Tennessee and North Carolina, where God has a lot to say about WHAT I am doing, but offers no help. I have not made a single friend here. They just fuck with my head around me, saying things TO me while they hold the conversation off in the corner.
I’m tired. I’m the type of tired sleep won’t fix. Everything is falling apart. It’s not my fault, but I could be better. Could other people be better? Absofuckinglutely. They’re stuck though, addicted to their identity. They know not what is written in the flesh itself. They are run by their culture, and thus I forgive you all, because I understand what I put out comes back to me.
No, it’s not that I’m being plotted against, it’s that the New Testament describes a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police at an eighth grade reading level. I bring attention to Revelation 22:15:
If you’re familiar with the etymology of “sorcerer” to know it means in this context “caster of lots,” this passage shows how the sinners are surrounded in the police state.
Obedient people who do not stand in their full power yet and take orders from people.
Gnostic people who know nothing is actually random and take orders from higher beings (synchronicity)
[A number of sinners]
Undercover cops (it’s loves AND practices lying, not loves TO practice lying)
Y’know, “the men in hats” knew this guy was a mole and let him squirm. Likewise, I’m a sorcerer and know I’m being used to catch all the cops who create fake evidence; one of the teleological purposes of Jesus was to get the bad Romans to expose themselves, and that is why the battle is won, because your permanent record in school is used to make a psychological profile on you, amongst other things.
I’m just gonna say this, like, no matter what thoughts are going on through your head or what things are assailing you, never take another life unless God manifests in all of his glory and splendor. The clouds roll back, and night turns to day, and he tells you directly that he needs you to kill a person.
When he does that, you need to ask him why he needs you to do it, and he can’t do it himself.
And if he does not give you a satisfactory answer, committing murder is a ten-commandment thing, and you will lose your opportunity to be reborn into paradise if you do it.
But, if God rolls the clouds back, appears in person, tells you to kill someone, and gives you written confirmation on a stone tablet that you will still go to heaven after you murder that person, then you’re in the clear.
But anything short of that, don’t do it.
After all, the powers of this world love to get people so riled up on misunderstandings and failed understandings of religion that they do bad things and damage themselves spiritually in the process. Don’t fall for the trap.
Yea, you’re right, but about that; I’m a messiah candidate. I get the bad Romans to expose themselves in their cruelty. This is how our culture has been engineered; where pariahs get repurposed to play an important role in society. Epstein is alive and was a cop. You live in a police state, so OBVIOUSLY there’s a secret elite pedo secret society, just as the Illuminati was created to guide people waking up to the matrix into the occult while catching those people who wanted to burn the church to the ground.