Looking at my life is not as much fun as it used to be.

People who have ascended in body, their higherselves our who they are, those that have their 5d bodies, and other such shit,  those people have gone through hell.

Metaphorical of course.

I’m a Táltos and I have to be able to get demons to back the fuck off. It’s serious shit. 

I went to the bottom of the pit metaphorically,  and I stayed until I got so comfy that I was making suggestions on how to make it worse.

That’s when I got sent out of hell for being too good at my job.

The fact that I’m not insane, psychotic,  any number of disassociative disorders,  is beyond me.

I’m crazy as bat shit gets, and that keeps me from going over the line.

Most people, you tell them one thing, like you studied martial arts and used it once and nearly killed a guy in less than ten seconds, they pause before they ever think about you.

When you know you can kill someone, that you don’t shows your humanity.

That I know I could kill, it’s why I chose pacifism.

I never wanted to kill anyone.

It’s why it was that night that Christmas night, that’s when I chose to be a pacifist.

It’s not that I don’t know how to kill with my bare hands, it’s that I used to think it was cool. 

I am glad, happy as shit that my son has never got into a fight. I’m just as happy that he knows he would get his ass kicked, hence why he works at making peace with any potential enemy. 

I love my son.

He’s doing it better than I did when I was his age.

I’m happy as shit that he’s doing a hell of a lot better than I was at his age.

He’ll tell you it was part of my doing.

I made him repeat the same shit everytime he acted up or out.

I never punished him.

I got him to remind himself who he was.

He brainwashed me along with him.

Having my son made me a better man getting better every day.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose