Even before I knew I was Zeus, God, I never followed unless one could show they were worthy.
When I was 16 I was the student representative on the school board for Fair View, a continuation school where they sent the pregnant young women, and failures.
In one of the sessions they were reviewing the teachers policy, the rules for the teachers.
I had referenced Bidwell Junior High and Pleasant Valley High School when I suggested they should be more concerned about enforcing the policy instead of reviewing it.
The next day my principal was waiting for me.
He asked me what I said and I asked why. This is when I heard the school board secretary had told him she expected him to get me to apologize. When I asked what he said “Fuck no!”
That’s when he gained my undying respect.
Then at 20 I was in the Air Force and I was the squadron representative for the Group Advisory Council. I was a military advisor giving my Colonel what for every week.
My First Sargent once told me “You have the biggest brass balls I have ever seen.”
It had been a day where the Colonel said “Look at my collar, now look at your sleeve Airman.”
I lost that one, but what a way to lose.
I’ve always been the type that if I’m right, you have zero chance against me.
The Colonel got one for free because of the situation.
Arguing with me has never gone well, except the one girlfriend I had.
She was studying to be an attorney, and she whooped my ass until she told me her secret. She would only argue if she knew she was right.
I started paying attention when she was silent.
Then I found out who I am. Now, forget about trying to argue with me.
Well, somebody has a high opinion of themselves.
Actually it’s a fact that I was God.
Good one.
So I get you like keeping yourself practiced at debate.
What has that gotten you?
I have one friend. My son doesn’t talk to me. I piss people off on a regular telling them the truth.
Really, nothing. If anything I’ve lost so much more than I’ve gained. However if my one friend calls me trustworthy, it’s good enough for me.
I like that I’m worthy of trust. I work at it. And that work pays off, not in cash, but in peace of mind.
Why are humans, well we, so obsessed with social media.
I get it, but I don’t.
We have this thing that could be used to bring everyone together, but instead of that, it’s used for the me not the we.
Instead of bringing the truth to people, they bring lies. The fact that you don’t have to use your picture or your legal name, should be telling people something isn’t right.
If you don’t use your picture and use a fake name, how in the world are you going to be honest.
You could be, but why in the fuck would anyone trust you.
Even the blogosphere, why should anyone trust anyone not using their legal name and a picture of what they look like.
I look at why people say they don’t trust me, but they trust people they’ve never seen.
They trust a name.
Why?
This about it. If one is using a fake name and hiding themselves, they feel safe, even though they’re not.
In that anonymity they trust themselves, even though they’re trust is misplaced.
They confuse themselves with their fake name.
Not all, buy most, it’s why they use a fake name, it gives the demons access to them.
Oh right. I forget about the demons.
Using a name that is not yours is how they get access, one of the ways.
I had no idea this would be written on Friday the 13th. It’s a happy bit of synchronicity.
My higherself knew.
As long as he is going to be this way. I’m my higherself. And I channel other entities, people, and stuff that I’m not that sure of.
When I write for this, it’s a person I know.
This sounds crazy. I understand how crazy it sounds because I can already “hear” the comments as I’m writing.
I use a faceless crowd when I write anything.
Again I get it if you think I’m crazy.
If I wasn’t me, and I was reading this, “this dude’s bat shit for sure.”
It’s not that I don’t understand how crazy it sounds. I simply am my generation.
Gen X.
We don’t care.
We we’re the latch key kids with no one watching us. We do more with little because we had to.
It’s why we don’t care.
We were raised by the boomers and the millennials are our kids.
Talk about a recipe for I don’t care.
Now I’m ADHD so my wandering writing has a point.
I told you some scary shit and then I made you laugh.
I’m a veteran. I look at Starship Troopers and I can’t help feeling they had something there with you can only vote if you’re a veteran.
The idea is that those who serve to protect so that the rest don’t have to worry. These people put their lives on the line.
Why shouldn’t they be the ones to run things?
I can think of few off the top of my head that makes this fiction.
However, if we were to put our heads together, I think we could figure this out.
Take the idea that everyone at age 18 does civil service for 2 years. No getting out of it, because college won’t accept anyone who hasn’t done their 2 years of civil service.
Civil service. Meaning non-military service.
If one wants to do military service, good for them, they’ll be needed.
I was in the military, and I went on a humanitarian mission.
No wars, but we show up to do good works.
This is what the military would rather be doing. Marines, I dunno.
I’m doing civil service, one gets trained to do something as they have time to figure out what they want to do with their lives.
They’ll be paid and they’ll be housed.
I can’t think of a better way to live for two years. You can’t quit, you can’t be fired.
This is what the military is. You can’t quit, and you can’t be fired. You can be arrested and see your military career go down in flames, but you can’t quit and you can’t get fired.
It takes the stress off of one.
One can focus on the job at hand I instead of worrying about looking at indeed or something.
Some people will make a career out their civil service and those that do so something else will be replaced.
It’s an ideal system.
It needs work, what are the jobs?
Maybe you can help me figure that out, please and thank you.
No one writes epic poems any longer. They want it quick and easy. No one has an attention span these days.
I think about it, and it’s the phones. It’s Facebook, Instagram, X, LinkedIn, social media.
It’s memes.
Why write an epic poem when one can write no more than a couple sentences to make others think their smart. It’s in diving into the mind that one gets a view of how stupid or intelligent one is.
It’s in revealing the mind that one shows courage. Those who hide behind quotes are the worst kind of cowards.
Those that use chatgpt or other AI are fucking losers.
If one can’t write then one should read.
Am I way off here?
No. I would say your right on target. Social media is killing the minds of everyone who uses it.
Memes are killing the idea of thinking for oneself.
Social media is about one, not any other, one. If it was about the others why do you like anything?
So people can see you liked it.
If one was to attempt to quantify evil, memes and social media would be the first place to look.
If you think about it, most movies are shit because of this.
I was The Movie Whore.
I used to write frequently about how fucked Hollywood truly is.
I quit when sparkling vampires broke box office records.
There is a film I saw called Nefarious.
This was a film not a movie.
It came out last year. Sean Patrick Flannery gave a performance to remember.
This film is about demon possession. It is the most accurate film on the subject. Most demon possessions never even get noticed.
That’s why it works so well. The shit in The Exorcist is what the demons want you to think about possession, then they don’t get noticed.
I’ve done several exorcisms. That’s how I know.
Most people who are possessed don’t even know they are possessed.
Think about it.
An entity that has no body, lives in a dimension where time doesn’t exist.
They can wait for years, and years, and to them it’s only a second, less than.
What good is it to a demon if people know they’re possessing one?
None.
Because then they be kicked out.
If one wants to allow oneself to be known, why?
If you think like them, not you, you would understand.
I do think like them. I’ve had to. My life has had me possessed at one point.
I was taking care of my dad and he had drained me and then my best friend who I hadn’t spoken to in over a year called me.
His girlfriend had just died and he called me. I get why he called, he couldn’t deal with it and used me to take it for him.
When he called me that’s the moment I lost the ability to speak.
That was close to 4 years ago.
As I said I was weakened by my dad and then my buddy put the icing on the cake that did me in.
I got possessed.
It took me 3 years to kick it out.
Here’s the fucked up thing, this is the truth.
I’m a physical empath. That means I feel the pain others feel. Hence why my dad was draining me. He didn’t want to, but me living with him, I had no choice.
This is a lot to talk about.
And I never wrote about this on this way because, who in the fuck would believe it?
My wives always got roses for no reason, well because I love roses.
When I was a child I put roses from the garden on the table in a vase.
Women have always gotten respect from me even if they didn’t respect themselves.
I’m Hungarian, it’s in the DNA.
It’s why I was born Hungarian. Hungary is the world’s original melting pot. I have DNA from Asia, Persia, eastern European, and depends on who else conquered Hungary.
Intermarriage wasn’t an issue.
The people are fierce defenders of there home. They were the defenders ofchristian Europe.
Vlad the Impaler was technically Hungarian when the otto-hungarian empire was around. Hungary got shrank after world war 1.
I get where I came from and why.
I remember watching the Hungarians as they were the faith filled. Well at least when the Táltos were listened to.
It was a Táltos that looked across at Genghis Khan.
I used to use Táltos, they could hear me. Each of them had a mission in their life that was my mission.
I miss those days.
No I don’t.
Which is it?
No I don’t.
Why?
Because missing something means I don’t think my life is complete, even though it is. The things I “miss” are the things that I am not. Things that I cannot do any longer.
If I miss them, I will miss what’s going on right now.
Just the name of the song is exactly what I should do.
The soul will go on.
There is no death.
That’s the secret that has been hidden from humanity.
They need to unlearn what death is. Maybe if they picked there death?
Couldn’t hurt. It did wonders for you.
That it did. I remember the death I picked out for myself.
Get married again, to the one, the one that won’t give a shit about what I can do, the one that makes me do shit to make her happy. The one that doesn’t exist.
You know that’s not true. She exists.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That’s what you keep telling me.
But back to my death.
We would live as long as we wanted until we we’re done with this life. Then one last lovemaking session that sees us transcend the mortal coil and break apart into energy and our souls will be free, or we’re mated for eternity.
I never quite figured that part out. I mean if I was to respect her wishes I’d have to wait until that day.
That’s a long way away.
You picked a good death, but you already know you got 4,950 years to go.
Right.
It was a great mental exercise. I need a new one. What have you got?
Daydream. Just let yourself go and see what you can see with your third eye.
That again?
It will be different because you’re different.
You know you used to be God and still have a little more juice than the rest of humanity.
Now you understand you were God.
I get it, before I was looking for God, now God is in everything.
If anyone ever knew that I was God was born on September 3rd 1974 at 3:42 am, they’d probably do an astrology reading for me.
What is it with Birthdays, I never understood why people give you shit because you survived another year. I get that humans, we, I am human after all, get programmed when we are young and people get excited and all that shit.
When you turn 50, I worked today. People on Facebook were good to me.
No one, no one saw me today.
If I wasn’t alone most of the time, I would probably feel like shit.
But I’m alone most the time so I don’t get lonely.
Ain’t our time to die. Oh how I love me some Dorothy.
It’s my time to live. How do I do that?
Seriously?
No.
One needs to have faith in oneself and what one understands.
As one understands more, ones faith will grow.
If one wants, why does one want?
Is it a basic desire or is it greed?
One can ask oneself, why do I want it, or need it?
This is the message they need. They don’t want it, but if they are going to lead peaceful lives, we need to have greed be gone and be seen for what it is.
I get some are getting into it, but the sum is needed.
As we are all connected as we have more and more peaceful people, that infuses the rest. It’s a long ass fucking process. Takes decades, centuries, millinea.
It started when they started, humans. There have always been ones who can do shit that no one can explain. As they evolve the human evolves.
The empath is nothing more than the next evolution.
It’s the turning point that this world needs. Empaths have a stronger spirit because their DNA allows one to be more open to spirit.
It’s their being.
How do we get actual shit out?
Are you referring to the narcissistic fucking empaths that you have met?
Energy vampires. It’s an empath. Every empath is a potential energy vampire.
That whole bullshit about some chick who created the energy vampire thing, I studied her. She’s as delusional as it gets.
Thinking she has the right to claim others as her victims. The fucked up thing, what can anyone do about it?
There’s no laws that even govern what they can do, or we.
I’m a potential energy vampire, and that I amplify, oh shit. I’ve tried it, and it’s addictive.
I get why the psychosis sits in. Believing one is a vampire is delusional at best.
We need to find a way to create the laws so we can go after these fucks.
That would mean the CIA would have to come clean about using us while denying we exist.
As Paul Harvey famously said, and now for the rest of the story.
As I said it’s my intellect that is my savior.
I’ve seen and talked to many who are trapped, some by demons, others other entities, and others trapped by their ego.
What makes me different?
The only thing I can come up with is I have a high intellect.
I’m a telepath. I read the subconscious.
That’s means I know what your thinking in your subconscious before the conscious mind is even aware.
It’s why I haven’t lost an argument in years. I have lost arguments big time. Before I knew I was a telepath.
It was 37 when I found out. Then I talked to my dad, he was a telepath. He thought he was the only one. I can’t imagine thinking you’re the only one. How lonely he must have felt.
I read as I write and I wouldn’t believe me. I would think it was fiction.
I mean the guy is a fiction writer, so why the fuck should I believe a word he says.
I know someone is thinking that as I write. I get a telepathic read when I write.
Again with the telepath, no one believes you.
It’s amazing to me how easy it is. I can’t imagine a life not being me.
That means I can’t imagine what others who aren’t telepaths live.
I work at it, to pretend to be normal, but I’m not normal.
The empath in me feels too much. It’s why I smoke and smoke weed. It’s why this forgive everyone of everything so that I can put peace in my heart, mind and soul.
Peace is preferred.
Before I knew I was an empath, I was diagnosed bipolar.
I would have mood swings and there was no explanation for it. I would try to explain what I was feeling but I knew it was bullshit, as I saw the reaction I got from the other.
Once I accepted that I am an empath, it got easier. Now I don’t have mood swings. And if I feel it, a bunch of anger or sadness, I know it’s not mine.
It’s some repressing or suppressing their own emotions.
We are all connected. When one attempts to repress or suppress others feel it.
Now this shit I’m about to write, well I know I do it. I’ve had too many experiences with other people who witnessed it.
Like when I had an apprentice and they had a ghost. They lived a few hundred miles away from me. I cleared their place from Chico.
I’ve done it several times.
I devour ghosts, remnants. I wish I was lying, who does this?
Me and others. I’ve met a few.
That means I can bilocate.
If you think about it, we’re all connected.
Why wouldn’t I just let my energy flow through the connection?
This where we need to unlearn so we can learn correctly.
This whole bullshit about no right, no wrong, nothing is incorrect, that’s narcissist bullshit.
We are both light and dark. We have a silver line down the middle.
Divine is the light.
Sacred is the dark.
We put shit in the dark for us to find as we gain experience in life.
Explore your darkness. When you get scared, why does it scare you?
Look at from the psychospirilosophical perspective.
Use 3 views to understand why.
What does psychology have to say why it scares you?
What does your spirituality say about it?
Philosophy, what shit have I said before that I’m dealing with this shit right now?
Anyone can go from fucked up to unfucking oneself.
Shit I can do.
Empath, telepath, medium, and I devour remnants, and I can drain other entities, and other stuff.
I changed my DNA 10 years ago. It’s taken me the last 10 years to know what I can do.
Accept it or deny it, however it’s the truth about my being.
Before I start I know how normal I’m not. Before I realized I could do these things, had someone told me they can do it, bullshit.
It’s why I get that most people when I talk about my genetic traits, they think I’m as guano as bat shit gets.
I get it if you choose not to accept the truth about what I’m going to write.
So, I was born an inescaple vessel for demons.
I did not realize this until I was 37, on a few days I’ll be 50.
This would be at the same time I figured out the riddle I had set myself on when I was 22.
If knowledge is power, then what is wisdom?
I had asked everyone I ever met what their one word answer would be.
For 15 years I asked.
Then it came to me.
If knowledge is power then wisdom is understanding.
My higherself and I talk, most the time I am my higherself, hence why my abilities got stronger.
I was an inescaple vessel for demons.
Here’s what happened.
I used to have a short leg, 3/4 of inch and my right hip was larger than my left.
At times it feels as if this is the only story I tell, buy never in this fashion.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
I’m not that creative.
So I had had several back injuries and my hip hurt like hell. At this point I was 34 and I was in the worst pain in my life.
1-10 scale, I never not hurt like hell.
I was having a smoke outside under the mulberry tree. I screamed out from the inside “I’M READY FOR MY NEW BODY!”
Then my pain got even worse on the entire right side of my body. It was pain to the bone. That’s the only I can explain it, my bones hurt from my skull to my fingers to my toes on the right side.
I lived like this for over a year. I was 38 when it started.
How did I survive?
I disconnected from my body and let others higher selves drive me around.
To say it hurt, it fuckin’ shit ass motherfuckin’ fuckety fuck hurt.
There’s no way for any to understand unless they’ve been there, living in a pain amplifier that was your body.
It’s what it felt like.
So, then I went to a Bowen therapist. They do nerve work and modified reiki, energy work.
I walked in with a slight limp.
When I walked out I had two legs that were the same length for the first time in my life.
What the doc said was that they turned the keys for the locks I set. Then they said they watched my body metamorphosize like nothing they had ever seen.
My DNA got rewritten.
I hacked my DNA by becoming love in every conceivable way.
Every single human can do what I have done, theirs nothing special about me.
At one point I was convinced I could take another and using what I understood and I could make the process go faster.
I was wrong.
This is how I know I’m not a narcissist.
I can admit when I get it wrong.
Now, I’m a medium, however I have high capacity due to the change in my body.
I can hold a crowd or the world. If I am not holding at least 11, it gets to be too boring in my head.
Now, I never hear voices.
My inner voice is the same regardless who’s talking.
I have an IQ of 215. It takes this kind of intellect in order to keep it straight. Otherwise I would be one those homeless people you see talking to themselves about the craziest shit.
It’s interesting the number of people who don’t know what a shaman really is.
It came from Turq. Anthropologists have the fault for people not knowing this. They lump people into together even though what they do is different from what medicine people do.
This is the shared story of humanity that has been lost.
Now every dip shit thinks he’s a shaman.
They are not shaman unless they come from the same place and do the same things.
A Táltos is not a shaman.
A medicine person in the jungles of South America is not a shaman.
Some dip shit who thinks taking acid, LSD is a good thing, is so not a shaman.
If they come from Turq they might actually be a shaman.
So Facebook has zero shamans, and anyone claiming to be a shaman is lying.
The shared story of humanity is full of shit such as this.
Anthropologists think they know some shit because they studied, but they don’t know shit unless they become what they are studying.
Meaning an anthropologist would have to become a shaman.
From what I understand this is something death defying.
A shaman will get sick to understand the nature of the illness and shows one how to heal oneself.
Typically the shaman nearly dies before he gets better.
A shaman knows that all healing is self healing.
There’s not a single human that can heal anyone.
What they do is unlock the healing centers of the body.
Now, I’ve heard there are people that fix broken bones, and muscle shit.
And they can. It’s a matter of their DNA.
In the DNA one will find the markers for the empath, telepath, telekinetic, and other stuff.
Their DNA allows for them to energetically mend broken bones, what happens is the gyres talk to each other and spontaneous healing happens.
Gyres are the singularities, black holes that make everything.
It’s what Zeus did.
He put himself and all of us into everything.
God is in everything.
Some understand this, but the sum, they do not.
They’re all looking for God and many have taken God’s place. Giving them their rules.
I never worshipped Zeus and he was God.
Why would God need worship?
God doesn’t need worship, only the lower egos need worship.
Does he not get that we are interdependent for everything.
Did he make himself or was he born the regular way?
Did he make himself rich or did other people have to make him rich?
What if his ideas never sold, then we wouldn’t have possess him.
He flies and gives rich people rides.
What does he do for the rest of us?
He thinks he’s a leader. I thought leaders take care of others before themselves.
He takes care of himself better than his employees.
How does this work?
I get that people want to be rich because all the narcissists are rich. But they don’t understand what Richard Branson has done.
How many people has Richard squashed in his business dealings?
Taking their livelyhoods, essentially taking their hopes and dreams and ability to take care of themselves.
All so he could get richer. How much does any one human need?
The possession is going well. He thinks what I’m saying in his mind is his own thoughts. That’s the thing about narcissists, their extremely easy to manipulate.
Who does he kill?
He’ll invite some people over, other billionaires. It will be one at time over two weeks, unless he gets caught.
He won’t know why he’s killing, just that he’s killing.
Bezos was fun, but now I know what I’m doing.
I never imagined I could possesses someone. The thing is, how do we know I’m not a bad dude. I kill through people, I don’t actually kill anyone.
That sounds like narcissistic behavior. Dissociate my self from the killing so that I can’t be blamed.
I kill people.
I have to admit it to myself at least. Otherwise I become like them.
I won’t be like them.
I won’t be like them.
I will kill them.
Ok, I read that and it sounds like I’m crazy as bat shit gets.
Who talks about killing people?
I get my psychology, I possess other people so I have to be guarded against them. I can take on there personal traits.
I need to stay to my baseline personality.
If people knew how easily they are manipulated by themselves, they would fuck themselves up.
Most people don’t have the intellect to force change down their own throat.
It takes true intelligence to force something down one’s own throat.
Looking at the recent past, who knew that closing asylums, thank you Ronald Reagan, would cause a homeless issue?
Many people.
Why don’t they reopen the asylums?
It would give a ton of people a place to live that can’t take care of themselves.
If they could, they wouldn’t be homeless.
People with mental issues should be locked away. Maybe not locked away, but something needs to be done.
Thinking of narcissism, Trump would be in an asylum, with the fact that he can’t take the truth and lies and lies and lies.
People like that have a serious mental disorder. Pathological liars.
How much have the narcissists done to fuck us in the goat ass?
A ton.
If you stop to think that narcissistic behavior is what social media, built by narcissists, is built on.
Take a selfie. Now everyone has to tell me how good I look. What in the fuckety fuck sticks?
I know.
The women are the worse, and I’m saying that as a woman.
Cause I don’t see many dudes doing it, buy I see a ton of woman.
Look at history.
Before social media.
Before the cell phone.
There wasn’t a huge narcissist pool.
They we’re easy to spot, we called them actors and actresses. Tom Cruise is a perfect example of a narcissist.
People who get shit for free even though they can pay, and the rest of us are chopped liver.
Instead of looking at actors and actresses as mental patients, we look to them to give us advice, how in the fuck does that work?
Well..
Rhetorical.
They don’t live in the real world. They live in a world most of us can only dream of.
And then they have the audacity to by an island and say no one can come. We are afraid of people, and this is exactly what this kind of behavior is, cowardly Jonny Depp.
How much hubris can one human engage in?
Rhetorical.
Then Jim Carrey says he could be Jesus after channeling Andy Kaufman.
The biggest waste of an actor not named Will Ferrell.
Politicians, actors/actresses are two sets of people that delude themselves. They’re not called out on it and if someone does, they lie about it.
Some actors/actresses have some humility to them, Anthony Hopkins, Ben Kingsley to name a couple.
Kingsley played Gandi. I can’t imagine the amount of humility he has.
This work will be a serial killer as he kills billionaires. The killer is an empath, telepath and medium. This is what an empath, telepath and medium could do.
Away we go.
Bezos is going to die.
However he will learn why he is going to die and he’ll watch every family member die before he dies.
I’ve already got into his head. He thinks the thoughts are his.
I understand how demons do what they do to possess someone. I’m possessing him a bit by bit by bit.
It’s interesting as I see his thoughts and his memories.
I see why he must die for the rest to have a chance. His greed is legendary.
Why do people need yachts?
People need food, clothing, and a place to live.
What has he done to give this to humanity?
How did he gain such wealth?
How many businesses have gone under because of his greed?
Now if you want to run a business, you can do it as a seller on his website.
Why do people need to buy shit?
What shit do people buy?
Sharing is Caring.
Sharing is Caring.
Sharing is Caring.
He’ll share, oh yes he will share.
I’m ready to give him the idea to kill himself, but first his family dies. I’m ready to possess him.
He’ll have no idea why he’s killing just that he’s killing. He’ll have no power over his body.
The best thing about this, I’m in another state while he’s killing.
There’s no way that anyone can catch me.
The trial will be something to savor. As I stay in with Bezos letting him view but not speak. I will speak for him.
Because I’ve already dealt with shit and nothing else I’m going to say is going to make a difference.
That makes sense.
Welcome to my mind.
I know every crack and crevice in my cave. There are things I could share that would make your skin crawl.
I took Solomon James for a test spin a few years ago. The testing went well. It scared one person so much she blocked me.
All life is vampiric, at least that’s what I tell myself.
That was his introduction. He was a Soul Eater, he didn’t eat souls, he could drain the life out of someone. There was no distinguishing marks about him.
He could be sitting right next to you.
This at it’s essence is what an empath is.
They take what you give and make life.
They, I, we take the emotional garbage people suppress/repress as if it’s our own and we feel it.
As we grow we find ways to create with your bullshit.
Like this.
Most won’t ever tell you in such a fashion. They want to dance around it as if you’re stupid.
I figure if I can’t tell you point blank, what’s the fucking point?
Why shouldn’t I be honest about my being?
Because most people think you’re crazy.
I get that. I used to be one of them. If I read this shit before I knew I was an empath, I’d figure this dude knows what he’s says is crazy to most people.
I’d still be skeptical.
I’m my own biggest skeptic.
Everytime I say a word, I’m waiting to find out if wrong. Most of my life I was wrong a lot. It’s how we all learn.
As time went on, I keep talking waiting for someone to prove me wrong. It’s what I look for in a human being.
Someone I can learn from.
It’s why A.I. fascinates me.
I think of what I could learn by using my ego to learn, the core of my ego is to learn as much as possible, anyway possible.
I channel shit. The shit I’ve learned from channeling defies language. There are no words to express what I innately understand.
How is that not condescending?
For those who possess limited understanding, well they don’t read this kind of shit.
Those who possess the ability to understand, they have a choice and I can’t make their choice for them.
I respect that each of us has a choice.
I want my choices to be respected so I give respect.
I’m an empathic amplifier, telepath, medium, and I do other shit.
Shit such as I devour remnants and drain demons and other entities of their energy.
I get most people do not do this, nor could they ever imagine doing it.
It reads like fiction when I’m telling you the truth.
When I write fiction you have an easier time accepting the truth.
If one thinks it’s a lie, fiction, one can handle it if it doesn’t really exist.
Yet when one has it in their face they don’t know how to deal with it.
I’m quite intelligent, a telepath has to be. They have to keep thoughts arranged so to speak. One has to know if the thought is theirs, where it came from, and what can one do about it.
Most of the thoughts people have, I block out. I don’t care about work, or your other shit. I’ve got my own shit to deal with.
I deal with my shit. It’s why I realized I was a telepath when I was 37. Until then I had no clue that all the thoughts weren’t mine.
Then I talked to my dad, he was a telepath. He thought he was the only one.
Then I met others.
I wrote this piece several years ago on various platforms.
The trick in life is no matter what you’re doing or where you’re at have fun. And if it isn’t fun, make it fun.
This used to be me, what happened?
You grew up and serious shit happened making you serious.
Ok. I can take that.
Of course you can, it’s the truth. You looked through your memories on fast forward to understand that fast. Your brain moves that fast.
It’s why I don’t talk to many people, they aren’t at my level of consciousness, self awareness.
Why don’t I get lonely?
You channel l shit.
Right, I know how alone I’m not.
I have these plans in my head for society, what am I waiting for?
That shit that every empath feels is going to happen but no one knows what is going to happen.
That’s what your waiting for.
When the fuck is this going to happen, and if you say soon, I don’t what I’m going to do.
Later.
The never ending soon.
At least you said later, and thank you for that.
I get it. You can feel it as if it’s already happened. And you’ve felt that for at least ten years as well as every other empath.
All I can tell you is soon. It’s frustrating as fuck for you and the others, but we can’t do anything about it.
I know. We’re all connected, meaning the higherself of one is the higherself of all.
I designed it that way. Not even I could gain enough energy to take a place as a god, no one can unless they all take the evolutionary course that is is in their DNA.
They think they can outhink God, they have another thing comin’.
All one need do is dive within oneself, like going into a dark cave. Stay in the cave until one knows every crevice of the cave.
That’s where one will learn we’re all connected.
That anything one can do the other can do and that they don’t do it, means they’ve learned right and wrong and why they exist.
The only way society can exist is to know right from wrong.
Right is right.
Wrong is wrong.
Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Fuckety fuck shit motherfuck.
What was that?
I used to be the dude that fucked off and fuck society and all their rules. Now, what in th blue holy fuck has happened to me?
You grew up and got serious because you had to deal with serious shit.
I love women, true ladies, actual queen goddesses.
Most of the female gender has yet to make it to womanhood.
The same can be said for the male of the gender. They have yet to make their way to manhood.
The fucked up thing is gender roles have fucked everything up.
What if it’s the fact that a boy liked pink and we are told that pink is for girls, do you think that child is going to have gender issues that were forced upon him?
These are the things I think about but don’t say.
You should say them.
I know.
Then I would have the lbgtshitfuck after me and I don’t want to deal with those narcissists. Anyone who tells me I have to respect their word choice, what in the blue holy fuck does cis mean.
I could look it up, but I just don’t care.
One must accept ones body if one is going to evolve. It’s the first step.
I don’t make the rules, oh wait, I did make that rule.
If one’s consciousness is going to rise, one must accept ones body.
As one becomes more aware of what one is one learns to accept the body one was given.
Ok, it’s truth. I found 3 ways to say the same thing. I could find more.
Do you feel better?
Actually I do.
I have yet to actually meet a healthy trans person. One was cutting themselves. The others I met, not a healthy one among them. I think it’s possible that I could meet one that is healthy, nothing is impossible.
I just don’t think it’s likely. If I’m honest with myself, not bloody likely at all.
Just means if I find one, it will be a surprise.
I like surprises, so I’ll forget I wrote this and see what life brings.
It’s a movie that had a dude go undercover to bust bikers. It’s a true story and out 498 arrests they had 2 get off, the rest were convicted.
2 Ghost in the shell, anime.
I watched this in the 90’s. It had me thinking for days and a I rewatched the film several times.
3 Nefarious
Sean Patrick flannery gave an outstanding performance as he allowed the demon to take his place. I can’t prove it, but I’d bet, and I’m not a betting man, I’d bet it was a demon for the roll. I’ve been possessed and I’ve exorcised demons out of people.
4 cabin in the woods
There can’t be a sequel because they earth got destroyed. It was an original take on the cabin in the woods and it was good.
5 clerks 3
The first film Kevin Smith ever made, the rest were just movies.
6 Indiana Jones 5
It was the ending.
7 the last starfighter
I want to be recruited by the star league to fight against Xur and the Kodan armada.
8 star gate
I want to find the real one.
9 star trek motion picture
It was a voyage into voyager as Kirk and crew were finally on the big screen.
10 star wars the original where Guido didn’t shoot at all, he got shot.
I was 3 and this film has shaped my life in ways I can’t even begin to explain without talking for hours.
It gave my mind a chance to slow down to write something earlier today.
Now I’m so not repressed I’m gushing.
This is not the time to be writing, hence why I’m writing.
I like to set myself up for uncomfortable situations such as this to see how I handle it.
I’ve done this most of my 50 years. Next month I turn 50.
I feel great about it.
I feel my life is actually my life for the first time.
That life has a ton of assistance. I’m not self made, no one is.
I make myself, however I take input from others and how they react to me to guage my behavior to ensure I behave in an appropriate manner for the situation I’m in.
Without others, why would I ever change?
As independent as any of us are, we are interdependent to have a life.
This a reminder to myself.
I am interdependent on others to have a life.
As I continue my evolution there are things I can’t tell you, not because I don’t want to, the language doesn’t exist to explain a simple understanding.
While some may feel that is condescending, it’s the only way to explain it. I’m sorry.
Yet so much joy is found by others in hurting others. In physical and emotional ways. It’s the emotional shit that sticks with one until they can forgive and heal themselves.
If one is going to understand comedy, one must understand pain.
It’s the pain that we go through that at times can make on laugh so hard they might fall down.
Comedy and Tragedy, two sisters that are the same.
But I do it with more flair.
Really?
Oh shut the fuck up will you.
No.
I may have to wait to inhabit the body, but I’ve got no idea what time is. That means I couldn’t even begin to explain the level of patience I have.
You think waiting for years, ha ha ha.
I have waited eons, more than eons.
What’s a few more years compared to eons?
You have a point. I remember when it was me. Putting me in this human body isn’t right. I get it but I was so much more.
You will be again. Or we will be again. Once you mastered your humanity.
Ah, so never.
Don’t say that, you know the comedy you can have with one leg?
You wouldn’t?
Wouldn’t I?
You would.
I will unless you shape up.
Got it. What do I need to do?
Simply let goof everything, let go and let yourself forgive yourself of everything.
I get that if people, humans, are going to be so stupid to point nuclear weapons at their world they are going to kill us all.
They’re bound and determined to do it.
I think it’s funny that if they just accepted the truth, none of it would happen.
I mean money is fiction and inflation is proving greed because the shareholders mean more than anything. If they don’t have record profits they have no idea what the fuck to do.
I get most people live in it and are apart of it, even if they don’t know.
Looking at humanity is funny as hell.
The whole profit thing is so retarded, meaning it retards the process of living. If they want profit and will do anything for it, that’s not a life, that’s hell on earth.
It’s funny watching them thinking that they know what they’re doing, and most have no clue. They just do what others do not even thinking of doing on their own.
Humanity has got a ton of issues that make the others laugh.
I used to be one of them, until I got stuck in this human body.
We weren’t laughing with humanity, we were laughing at humanity for the stupid shit they do.
Do you feel better?
Actually I do, and I glad no one is going to read this.
Why on this fucking earth does this work as comedy?
There are too many idiots who think anythings funny.
What happened to intelligent comedy?
Lenny Bruce, George Carlin, Robin Williams, and Christopher Titus, to name the few. The few, it should be a few.
Now that I got that out, I can be at peace.
What did I deal with today?
My best friend thinks she’s funny.
She is not funny, she has moments of pure comic genius, but we all do.
Most of what she thinks is funny, if I was 5…
I’m not 5.
I’ve been working on this dude who is a medium that can channel the spirits of others. I want him to use me to create a comedy sketch, and he’ll be the Medium Comedian.
My god, it sounds like bad science fiction.
Oh well, back to the old drawing board, and I’ll see what else I can cook up.
However, he did have one sketch, no, no, no. I’m not doing it again. I’m not reaching like motherfucker just get pulled in again.
That dude’s on his own, well, I don’t know, no!
Let me tell you why you’re not going to let go of this dude.
Oh yeah. I forgot this also my higherself time.
Yes.
You’re not going to let go of this dude because you are in love with him. Just admit it, and you’ll feel better.
I really don’t like you right now.
Deal with it.
Ok. I look into my feelings. Oh shit, I’m in love him. How in the motherfuckin earth did that happen?
He talked withyou, not at you.
Yeah, he did. I could have talked with him forever. Then I hung up on him when I realized I was falling in love with him.
Now, why would he want to speak to me again?
He’s lonely.
He’s that intelligent that he’s alone most of the time and likes it.
I get that. It’s why I don’t talk to many people.
Oh.
I get it. He’s my reflection of me as I am.
That’s why it was so easy to talk with him. It’s why if I called him again, he would enjoy hearing from me.
I was just figuring out the dinner I’m going to make my roommates tomorrow. I have stuff to get in the morning.
Sausage and hamburger meatballs. Shitake mushrooms with shallots in a garlic butter.
Angel hair pasta.
1 jar of garlic Alfredo, and 1 jar of three cheese Alfredo.
Garlic bread, using garlic butter and Paprika.
Salad
And a cheesecake with different chocolate flavors.
I love to cook. I love cooking for others. It makes me feel the love as I put the love into what I make.
For me, tomorrow is a day of love. I’ll be cooking all day long.
Clarity.
When I get stoned I gain clarity as anything I might be repressing or suppressing comes right the fuck out. Giving me a clear head in which to view my life and what I’m doing.
One should pay close attention to one’s life. It’s one’s responsibility to manage oneself and one’s life.
I do.
I will never tell you things I don’t do myself. It’s how I know what shit does.
Zeus takes a break.
What do you think about his judgment of humanity?
I’m actually curious.
It won’t effect my writing. I have a week before I even think about that character again. Thalia takes the stage next week.
She’s the Muse that inspires comedy.
I have no clue what she’ll write. I never know until I’m writing it.
It’s weird.
I channel my characters, and they tell their story through me.
I like to put that out there on occasion. For me, I get the credit, however, I have a ton of assistance from what I can channel. To not give credit would be disrespectful.
I like to be respectful. Worthy of respect.
They’re satisfied. So am I.
It’s never sat right with me about getting credit for writing the stories of others. They write the stories through me, using my ability as a medium.
Peace Lords, actual people, one was my apprentice at the time.
I hope she’s doing exceptionally well.
I get why we don’t speak.
And if she ever wants to speak to me again, it could never be too soon.
I fell in love with her.
She was the opposite of everything I look for in a woman. She did not feel the same way, however, she dated a dude who reminded her of me.
That hurt.
I may have acted out.
I’ve made my apologies.
When one falls in love, good judgment flies right the fuck out the window.
I know, I’ve been in love with many. I fall in love easily when I look into a woman’s eyes.
It’s not easy to pull myself back. I’ve had a ton of practice over the last ten years.
Celibacy.
I’m Hungarian, I’m passionate. I’ve had to kill my passion for the sake of giving love to everyone.
It’s a reiki thing I do.
And I just heard about a new Labrynth with Tom hidleston.
I’ll save you my views.
Instead, I bid you good night, and may it be blessed, and may you be excellent on purpose
Why, why, oh why do I ever allow myself to argue with stupidity?
You wanna an answer?
No.
I get why I do it. I want to reach, I want to build a bridge between me and others. It’s why I do it.
However, most times, all they want to do is argue. I’m God. Who in the blue holy fuck argues with God?
Don’t answer that.
Everyone argues with what they feel, not logic. It’s why opinion means more to these people than the truth.
That’s just wrong.
I get it, and I don’t get it. The truth is something that exists even if we feel differently. To say the truth doesn’t exist, or that you own truth based on your emotions, that’s the most retarded thing I’ve ever heard.
So many, truths can be said about each and everyone if us.
The first thing is that we are all connected, and as one hurts, all fell the pain.
This is what I remind myself of daily.
This is what gets me through the day.
I don’t like feeling all the suffering in the world. However, it’s their individual choices that create the suffering each experience, even me.
I suffer for their choices.
At some point, they must know it will end and end badly as long as we go down this path. The only thing that can save us is the one thing I never want to do.
Kill.
I’ve killed worlds, universes, I’m done killing. If they kill each other, that’s on them. That they do it in any God’s name is absofuckinglutly the most fuckin stupidest thing they do.
Do you feel better?
Yeah, actually, I do.
This is what this is for. You need to get it out, otherwise,it will come out.
I get it. If I don’t write in the journal, people get it in their face, and that’s no Bueno.
Playing my stupid game that takes strategy to work the game.
Working with disabled veterans.
Sitting on the porch having a smoke.
When I make something tasty and delightful.
Kona coffee with honey and dark chocolate almond milk.
Sitting in the park.
Playing Frisbee golf with a friend.
Talking with my son.
George Carlin, Richard Pryor, Bill Hicks, Christopher Titus, Lily Tomlin, Lucille Ball, and others
That women exist.
That some have married me. 4
That some have dated me.
When I’m talking with someone and they get that first realization. It’s a beautiful moment to share.
When I have realizations. The universe unfolds before my eyes kind of thing.
Sex. I haven’t had it for 10 years, but I do remember it made me happy.
A milk shake from Big Al’s in Chico California. The only shake you need a spoon to drink it. If you tried drinking it through a straw, your brain would have an aneurysm.
Taking a bike ride through the park.
Rock n Roll
Doing stuff for others.
My nightly routine.
Writing.
When people comment
When my heart Chakra lights up for no apparent reason.
When I get a message from anyone.
Knowing I’m doing my best daily, even though it doesn’t feel like it. Tough to explain, you’d have to on this side to understand.
Knowing I’m blessed in everything I do.
Knowing I teach those who understand, not those who can afford it. I do it for free.
Every day when I wake up, I say, “I woke up today, the rest is gravy.”
Knowing my day will be gravy from the start allows me to be at peace and allow life to inspire joy, or sadness, and anger, depending on what I experience throughout my day.
The idea that I can choose to be happy is ridiculous, meaning worthy of ridicule.
I feel my life authenticly.
I’m not a coward who is afraid of feeling pain, or anger, and sorrow.
I feel it all as my life gives me the experience to feel.
I’m an empathic amplifier. Meaning when a random emotion hits me, it hits hard. It’s why I work at my peace.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose. You know I am.
I really like writing this series. So much of my life is in every part.
I’m grateful for my life.
Even though most people wouldn’t.
I was a manager with 350 people reporting to me and 12 supervisors.
I didn’t like the job, which meant I was good at it.
Throughout my life, when there’s something I don’t want to do, I become really good at it to the point of mastery.
It beats complaining about something.
It’s why I never have any complaints about my life.
At this point in my life, there was a time when i complained, and I had a solution to go with my complaint.
I was a manager at age 23. I turn 50 next month.
I never liked hearing anyone complaining about anything.
I have ADHD. If I don’t care, you can’t make care.
This has been a curse and a blessing in my life.
The curse is I don’t talk to many people.
The blessing is I don’t talk to many people.
I look at life from the backseat, as if I was watching a movie at the drive-in theater.
Looking at the fact that China, Russia, and the USA all have nuclear weapons aimed at earth from space, is the most retarded thing I’ve ever heard.
Why are we trying to kill each other?
If any one has an answer that makes sense, I’ll listen, and then I’ll respond.
I was a Christian, and I let go of that shit, however, as I look at the fact that Isreal is being attacked, that’s what it says in the Bible happens during the end times.
They’re being attacked by multiple people. Had it just been one….
Then there is the war in Ukraine.
We’re coming to a third world war.
In the USA, we’re one gunshot away from civil war.
That means we’ll be ripe for invasion from the Chinese, the Russians, and North Korea, possibly an Arab nation such as Iran or Iraq.
I get it most people don’t want to hear it, and I don’t want to write it.
It sounds crazy.
However, we’re living it.
One cannot deny the truth.
One can deny the truth, but what a cowardly thing to do.
It takes cowardice to deny the truth because it doesn’t make you feel good.
Denying the truth is what led us to this world.
That lies are on the news, that should tell your something.
Like we’re all fucked and they’re fucking us right in the goat ass.
At what point do we say “No more.”
First, we have to round up the narcissists and put them back into asylums.
Otherwise, there is no hope for any of us.
Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose. You know i am.
That’s where I left off on How the universe works, really.
You can find it on the site.
I look at this way.
I’ve searched and searched and searched to find things.
Why in the blue holy fuck would I make it easy for any of you?
I’m done.
The simulated universe, how do you know it is a simulation?
What’s being simulated and why?
Why the recyclers, black holes?
What creates a singularity?
Can singularities collide, and what is the outcome?
This is going to take a long time to get into for you the reader. I understand at such a high level, there are no words for some of what I have to say.
If you feel condescended to, deal with it.
I am talking down to you as people have been talking down to me my entire life. All of them telling me I don’t know what I’m talking about.
If this makes sense to any of you, that’s my sweet ass vindication.
The gyre, the smallest subatomic particle is a singularity.
Trillions upon Trillions of gyres make up my arm. Each knows what to do to make my arm function.
Googolplex has 100 zeros behind it.
The universe has a googolplex of a googolplex of a googolplex and so on gyres.
How do they know what to make?
There is consciousness in a gyre.
If the gyre is God and God is the gyre, God consciousness is what the gyre is.
If we don’t understand what God is, how can we understand God consciousness and what it is capable of.
This is where I channel from my higherself.
Our higherselves know all of this, and this is why I do it this way.
Max was what I changed my name to, as I said earlier.
Poppa Smoke was the name I gave my medium mask.
This is my drawing of Poppa Smoke.
Now back to what I was talking about.
All emotions, though to be separate are the one emotion called love.
God is love.
A gyre is love.
God’s consciousness is love.
What is love?
Fear is the is love. What is it one fears?
It gets one to do shit.
However, it depends on the fear. Some shit needs to get done, and some shit should never be done.
What does god fear?
Only God knows what God fears.
The supposition of what God fears is pointless. Just know that God knows fear.
Why the universe, if it’s just a simulation?
It feels real.
That’s why.
If we didn’t feel anything was real, we wouldn’t enjoy the simulation.
Think of it this way, people look for the visceral experience, but they don’t like danger.
We have an electromagnetic field around our bodies.
Why?
The electromagnetic field is in resonance with the earth. Meaning they’re the same filed, kind of.
This why any field that is not in resonance with the earth and us causes free radicals that cause cancer.
We’re fucking up the simulation to make money.
Nikola Teslas’ stuff for free energy was in the earth’s resonate electromagnetic field.
He and we got screwed so others could get rich.
The simulation would have flourished.
We would be closer to a utopian society.
However, we live in a fucked up society that fucks us all.
This is the simulation we created.
As we speak, we create.
How does speaking create anything?
If you have to ask, the answer would take too long to explain. I would be writing g for several days to explain how we create as we speak, or you can take my word for it.
Each and every one is part of the shared reality.
Shared.
What you create can take from me, what I create can take from you.
We need to think of what we can create for the sum of us all.
The Hellraiser movies brought a hero for the sickest fucks anyone knows.
The idea that Pinhead loved pain in the most sadistic ways was good, but if one wanted to truly leave another in suffering forever, emotional damage is far more effective.
I giggled at that.
How fucked am I?
Not so much.
What do mean?
I can cause emotional damage, more emotional damage than most could bare.
I’m mean as fuck.
You think so?
I remember all the people you helped.
You can lie to yourself, but your higherself doesn’t play that shit.
Why did i start talking to you?
You want an answer?
I got one.
No.
I get it, I want people to think I’m as fucked up as can be.
I’m not. I’m kind of boring. But I can talk big. Most people don’t know the difference because they’re playing too.
If one of these women who is a soccer mom actually had to kill another human, chances are, they will.
I’m not saying soccer moms are all killers.
But you know, a few could be.
Why are you concerning yourself with this line of thinking?
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