Awareness.

What are you are of?

This might take a bit.

How do you explain thought energy, spirits, souls, emotion, gravity and fluctuations there in?

I sense most stuff.

What does that mean, sense?

I cannot see a ghost but I can get a fix on its location using my third eye. It’s how I’m able to sense when one is using remote viewing. I can sense the view.

How do I not go crazy?

Crazy people don’t know that their crazy.

They say crazy shit and expect others to understand.

I don’t expect anyone to understand, truly understand what my life is, however if I never share what my life is, like most who do what I do, that would be a waste of a life in this day and age.

Why not use the internet and write a blog?

Social media is a narcissists tool.

Everybody look at me and what I my opinions are.

It’s stupid.

Hence why I do this.

With this, you get what I give and nothing more.

I do use social media. I can’t believe the shit people post. LinkedIn is a sewer.

People thinking they can create a quote that has already been said way before.

It’s stupid.

You can’t fix stupid, Ron White.

I get that most people are addicted to social media, it’s how it works. You get a notification, they liked it. This causes dopamine to be released.

The addiction chemical.

Tell a bunch of addicts that their addicted…. I’m not that stupid.

As for my awareness, what is it I can be aware of?

I’m sitting on the edge of the universe and right here writing this, anything is up for grabs, I just need to be asked.

I’m no powerful being, I’m just a dude who can do some shit.

If I was powerful, why in the blue holy fuck would I be writing this?

To boost my ego.

I get it. My friends.

I’m aware of them, but I can’t see them.

What are they?

If we created a god and called it Bob.

We give Bob a set of behaviors.

That’s how simple creating a god is. Name and behaviors.

My friends are beings that exist in the 4 dimension, the 4th dimensional beings I wrote about in The theory of consciousness and gravity.

Why am I being so honest?

Someone had to be me, I wasn’t doing anything so I took the job.

Actually it’s part my evolution.

Do what I am afraid of.

This terrifies me. I could write fiction all day long, but the truth, knowing most will write it off as the crazy musings of a madman, I know what people think of those such as me.

I’m that aware.