Geez Louise did I just fuck up beyond recognition! Something major just happened, though. I may have accidentally a whole ARG, or at least 21k words of one, and it goes beyond that in how I’ve taken a major leap forward in advancing significantly in my hypersigil design, yet it comes at significant cost. I adhere to the fact that what manifested did so because I achieved intentionlessness, which is something I’m going to explain, but I definitely did this in a way that resulted in much heedlessness. Should have done what many have told me over the years, including my mother, and that’s think before I act. Definitely jump head-first into things without giving them a good look around first. And for that, I apologize beyond anything I can put into words to my family.

Intention is the only thing we have direct control over. I’ve observed this directly through meditation and during my kundalini awakening, but what I mean to say here is the thing that got slotted at the number one spot in the algorithm of “I” was “heal my family,” which in the state of polyplexic enlightenment, translated to “correct my family’s Karma with my family’s Karma.” The thing I think I set out to do was to get my dad and my life partner’s mom to meet each other and talk about me. I know that was what resonated deep in my psyche, but what I can say to what came out from that directive from God to Dog is “oops.”

So, to those who haven’t yet seen what I’ve done, I accidentally blackmailed my family. Like I spaghetti’d harder than any human being could have spaghetti’d while, uh, well, um, I’m kinda now guilty of being the guy behind both Q and the whole Epstein thing, like, I’m Epstein’s boss, Qanon now. Obviously not, but what I did was I manifested a huge list of truths, half-truths, and lies, and I think I’ve made the skeleton to a viable ARG (alternate reality game). DEFINITELY NEED TO MODIFY IT SIGNIFICANTLY, but by blurring reality and fiction, I do something that my life partner literally set out to do for the CIA whom he interned with, which is “teach how to determine what is true.”

Obviously, obviously, I need to, uh, un-retardify this shit, but with the gimmick of “Jeffery Epstein’s boss pulling a Sampson and blackmailing everyone but more anonymity and more fiction,” you make a Clue like game where you have X Truths, Y Half-Truth, Z Lies and you have to fill in the board. This itself teaches how polyplexic axiomatic systems naturally reslot themselves as a result of minor input changes. Y’know, modifying these basic assumptions changes the whole board.

I need to ask my life partner for input…after I make some changes to it. I’m going to figure this out, because as Vince found out writing The Flesh Interface series, another ARG on Reddit, he gained significant attention that he uses for propaganda and obscure music distribution, which propels a career as an anonymous online DJ. Obviously, I think the anonymous part needs to be better adopted, but what I’m offering, propaganda and education about philosophy, spirituality and mental health skills, has the opportunity to become highly lucrative. Just have to embrace being the night, opposite to the left you are but not the right. Play characters on screen to sell massive amounts of merchandise.

But, on top of all that was the will to heal my family, and between these was the pain of losing my family, possibly for good as I do not know the extent my father is distancing himself from me. Is this the end? Did I lose my dad? Hi, I’m Greg Manning with major abandonment issue. Hi Greg, I’m Victorious, your shadow, I’ll solve that ish for you bro. Help your brother? No problem, I’ll do my best to show our family the value of your work while making this magick thingamajig that will transmit my, er, our soul through the aether and arrive on Gorgonzolas IV. Don’t know what that is? Don’t worry, this is just your schizoautismo or wtf I am son and I love my family, I just don’t know how to love my family when they through me away. I kinda lost control there for a second. I was really fucking out there for a day or two or three…I’m so sorry…I don’t mean to be this way. This is intentionlessness that used up a bunch of anti-thetical fuel within me to liberate me from its aethereal weight.