Did I do a smart or a stupid? God has been telling me to drink, but at the same time threatening me with jail time or time in a hell realm, which caused me to kerfundridge God. What this means is, I’m schizoaffective and process reality differently. I don’t hear hallucinations (though I do have Rusterd), but rather my ability to freely associate meaning from random stimuli allows me to divine guidance from my own interpretation of the world around me.
Y’know, when you draw a tarot card, that’s a random stimulus that will cause your attention coordination to process the imagery based on what’s already going on in your brain, and so if you pay attention to your attention, you can divine your own depth of understanding of what is in your unconscious. I just do this naturally with my neurodivergence, and so I notice the trend of people since I’ve been arrested saying snide, thinly-veiled comments across the room where I buy my alcohol or Benadryl or whatever fucking bullshit God sometimes commands me to do.
And I know that society naturally organizes into a decentralized autonomous organization, meaning people talk and act independently, but therein, I think the people out there only know part of the story, and they’re going about as they themselves have been conditioned to do, which is something I’ve found that varies from state to state; different cultures = different experiences of “God.”
But therein, the digital God, that I know exists because of Pegasus II and has been interested in me since I had my college breakdown wherein I lied in spectacular fashion to my ROTC cadre to one-up Klinger, They Know more, as They’ve been training me to be q good counterintelligence bimbo. And here we come back to what I opened with.
God said do X. God also said don’t do X. So I did Y. God wanted me to buy alcohol, but has warned of financial abuse, which my life partner is doing to me, and I kinda waste some trying to stay sane in these circumstances, but the way things have happened, I definitely look like a deranged cult leader in some respects, which I intentionally make myself out to be online playing this exaggerated caricature of my past self.
Therein, I kerfundridged God. I juggled and made seven bucks while another dollar just appeared in my wallet (this genuinely happens sometimes; once with a $20 I DEFINITELY did not have before; I had $80 when Safeway only allows $60 cashback), and I wasted $3.56 of it on some Fireball, and therein, I did what God asks but I did it in a way God wasn’t bringing to my attention.
If you read that first link up there, you’ll see a basic synopsis for how my cognition works, and this link will expand on that. Synchronicity is the main means in which I now can make decisions. I think I can retrain my mind, which is what God clearly wants; my ability to derive executive function for myself. Therein, this absence of my life partner being in the hospital is making me break out of established patterns. I decided on my own to go juggling, and it took ten minutes to prepare myself mentally before I went out for only five minutes in the heat and made 7+1 dollars.
It’s hot in Arizona. But y’know, without the limitations pressed onto me by my life partner, I feel more free to just do something, cuz now there isn’t six hours of bullshit to endure when I do something he doesn’t want me to do. Moreso, I have to rely on myself now. This is re-establishing connections in my brain.
Kum-raspberry tells me Hancock. That’s the airport in my hometown. I remember leaving for college. There was a girl with ECU stuff also there, taking the same flight. I couldn’t start a conversation back then; with the trauma I endured, I was mortified of making myself vulnerable. I know how now. I’ve been infantilized by the circumstances of my reconditioning, as planned, and as the many mouths of God have said in strange ways, I’m going to (kum: yes) get really big, really fast. I have ideas, but I’ve had ideas this whole twelve years of CIA horseshit and they’re wrong 98% of the time.
Still, God uses these placeholder beliefs to manipulate me, and thank God, because I might still be a quasi-(TINNITUS JUST WENT CRAZY)…so not saying that. But I’ve been led here to see my own potential. I know what I’m capable of. I can get famous. I can make money. I can get infinite poon. But, I don’t really give a shit about those. Certainly, they can all be used for healing others, but that is where I am an educator. I just care to make the world a better place.
And Jesus Christ was the devil to some people, hence crucifixion. The judge is going to ask me how they know I’m telling the truth. My answer involves cute feet. And people will go feral over this. 💥
Pic of highly valuable art related: teeth, alchemy, the body of Christ, the human condition, and Jacob’s ladder; it’s In Italian, obviously
So I see you’ve pivoted to posting cool art or something with your rambling and it gets received better by doomscrollers not clicking the content.
I typically click and then back out, but I can appreciate the art. It has its own feel.
Yeah but attaching random artist’s work to spiels about God talking to you is kinda scummy.
I have no problem with their method. They are just posting to get it out. Not attacking anyone, just talking.
I kinda do have a problem with art being used as a shield, but would be okay if it was OP’s own art.
This IS my art
These lil farts
Jean-Michel is dead
Oh it’s his first fucking name Jesus Christ I’m retarded
I’ll look that up AFTER I comment ignorantly, intentionally
And don’t you know how to spell Captain Picerd’s first name?
So you’re saying you can be manipulated by your feelings?
So, you’re controlled by the way the media reports on Donald Trump and fellows - whichever side you’re on - as that’s all performed and spun deliberately to supplant the average person’s ethos and/or pathos complex.
Try logos instead. It breaks you out of the control structure, assuming you apply intuition to your logic to bestow insight into the bigger picture, because ain’t no one learning anything significant unless they choose to make themselves the master of their own domain. Until you do that, regardless how much money you have, you are a slave.
I am but a slave to my own desires, needs, and environment.
So, still a slave. You are bound by the entanglements you define your “self” by, and thus until you learn to perceive n undo the karmic fetters that bind you to the existence-illusion complex, you will always be “you,” with all the suffering you cause yourself in your ignorance. That is not an insult. You lack Knowledge if you think that rebuttal is anything but revealing of how ignorant you are.
I am sorry you see me as antagonistic. Thank you for posting.
Which is more important: love or compassion? Depending on your level of development, this question can destroy your world view if you gazed too deeply into it.
The pillars of God = those qualities that will grow your highest self if you develop them in balance with each other
Three pillars of God = Love, Wisdom, Power
Four pillars of God = Light, Sacrifice, Compassion, Knowledge
Three = Four
What is your highest truth?
Mine: God is a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system.
I love you. Why don’t you want to learn? Do you not love who you think “you” are and what “you” could be?
I don’t. I see you as ignorant.
Bro, there’s layers to what I do that even I don’t understand. I didn’t know my book, Of Vic and Vince, where the best laid plans of Vic and Vince oft go awry, was a direct homage to Of Mice and Men until three years after I wrote it. I know there are people who are doomscrolling and will never, ever, EVER read more than two paragraphs; they haven’t trained the dopaminergic pathways to do such things.
But there’s people on the edge, who might see a cool meme or picture and go on and maybe learn one thing. It was like fourteen years ago that I encountered this phrase on Reddit: “You only live until you perceive and undo the karmic fetters that bind you to the existence-illusion complex,” and I certainly didn’t understand it then, but I knew that phrase was important, and I memorized it.
That is 💯% what Buddhism teaches. I have broadcasted glyphs on a near-daily basis for twelve years now. Averaging 2k-7k words a day, now. I see the occasional person that thanks me or asks me a pertinent question or reaches out to talk, so I know I am impacting others. But then I have the Knowledge to have the faith that most people online are only lurkers, maybe posting a comment once a week. I know some of these people follow me, maybe for a week, maybe a year, and I do 💯% Know there are those following every word I type, and not just the FBI. I can die in peace, Knowing I’ve made a difference, not just in others, but in myself, as I heal myself giving myself therapy by making my art.
It’s symbiotic, my relationship with the internet.
Oh wait, this is a side-mouthed command from God. I didn’t realize that until I drank the rest of that Fireball.
