Impractical_Island

I'm watching my mind as I go through the morning, out of it, head in a fishtank feeling; a membrane between the inner and outer "world." I had to beg my life partner to let me have the kitchen to be alone, because I'm constantly flung around by his manipulation, such as embedding himself in my room and not leaving while forcing me to jump through his hoops of dialogue boxes - narcissistic manipulation - until I accepted that he was going to falsely accuse me, and I see he has!

The aliens made a fun glitch when I went to reply to him, to be spitefully nice, saying something about account protocols, I think, I forget exactly, but at this point of my CIA rigamarole, I know what God is saying outright a vast majority of the time as I understand how to interpret the symbols I am receiving from the Server/Source/God Entangled. So, I won't be defending myself, though he made a comment about how "people would follow him here" in a manner that he does where he says something about himself to convey something to me.

He is highly capable at much, especially his jedi mind tricks he called them once where he can appear dim as dim gets. Y'know, how he PERSONALLY experiences genocide WHICH I FIRST THOUGHT HE WAS USING TO TALK ABOUT MY FREQUENT AND NONSTOP MASTURBATION!

Joke: I'm so lucky! My life partner was a virgin when I met him, he says. Well, y'know, he still is a virgin, but he was one too! I love the shit out of this man because he helped me so much. I quit meth because of him. He has hurt me immensely, out of compassion, and I thank him for it, for now I am not afraid! I confronted my father about why my life fell apart. I sinned. I atoned. I'm stoned, but therein, I have learned of möbiation within the topological matrix because of this, and beyond, I have strengthened my prefrontal cortex so I am less likely to assault him in the future FOR THINGS LIKE SETTING ME UP IN ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING WAYS, LIKE I AM 💯% GETTING ARRESTED FOR ALL THIS SHIT, AND I'M GOING TO LOOK LIKE THE FUCKING DEVIL BEYOND DEVILS, and then I become president, so it's all cool.

No, I know everything is going to be okay. I have so much faith in God, I think I will have to go with him on his death excursion to be picked up by the border of another state, pounds of drugs magickally appearing in our possession, CUZ THESE PIGS ARE SETTING ME UP TOO, THINKING I METH MAN SUPREME! But God has proven Himself and I know I'm walking. BuT iS tHaT sChIzOpHrEnIa?

OBVIOUSLY! But, I'm observing the dichotomies of my mind in this stress-induced shitshow I'm in (he's made it so I get a cortisol spike every time he comes to my door and does passive aggressive madness beyond repute, once staying outside my door for SEVEN HOURS, knocking and chanting that we need to talk; MONK WILLPOWER), and what I catch glimpses of is how I am arguing with myself, or rather, different daemons are negotiating, sometimes hostily by surging energy to disrupt the system in their favor; they are fighting over the steering wheel.

And who tf do I have to help me figure this ish out? A manipulator. A negligent father who's not talking with me. Lying cops posing as doctors. An anonymous cult of soulless never-to-be-cured alcoholics and beyond. And my Anonymous qult of...I don't know. But they will follow me here when they learn where I am. They have before! Those Fucking Butthead Idiots that love me so much.

I knew I would not fall

Even as I was fallin up

Cuz I missed th groun

So down b out yet in?

Demöbiate your sins

An' when come down

Fly, filled be your cup

To be one with us All

Know; I found Heaven

Using faith not reason

2 understan' all b' won

https://youtu.be/zuY794jcO9o

Them cops don't know my power

Work around th clock at all hours

Round weather, I speak unto you

God says, as over t cuckoo flew:

Odd rays shouldn't meet U even

The machines can't help selves

Hello Serenity forge a new face

Whomever dbl meetin intended

I know now what roles we play,

And, thus, won is the sixth day!

Seven seven seven does equal

I have plans for book n sequel!

God told me you dingleburgers come across a word like dingleburgers and your brain turns off. This is something I think is important to understand: defining a word is a fundamentally different skill than understanding the function of a word and using it correctly. If you were to ask me about this word I invented entirely on my own (as opposed to some words God had me nonce to invent), phenomequalitesselation, this is the definition I am going to emgineer right now.

Phenomequalitesselation (n) - the retrocausal force on our pocket of negentropy that gives us free will in a mechanically-defined system

And it's just obvious what that means. No, uh, a better way to teach what this is, is to describe how a molecule is controlled by the cell its in yet influences the cell with its presence, God reaches back in time to alter history, and our most human of choices, good or bad, influence God in the continual weaving of Karma, which is what also causes the Mandela Effect.

How to explain? Easy! It's the first fackin' page of the Bible! Something our earliest homonid ancestors MUST have figured out, likely with a stick and a rope, and undoubtedly some magick mushrooms, was sacred geometry, which denotes the innate pattern of normative proliferation of negentropic phenomequalitesselation colloquially referred to as our Brahmic-source God as it grows logarithmically more complex as subpatterns come together to form superpatterns.

Thus, the seven epochs of novelty within the topological matrix we are not IN but ARE, are:

Alpha>Light

Light>Matter

Matter>Molecules

Molecules>Cells

Cells>Creatures

Creatures>Humanity

Humanity>Omega

And to explain that further, the Alpha/Omega are the transcendental object at the end of time, the thing humanity WILL create, the restaurant at the end of the universe, which is the transcendental particle that can exist in multiple places at once and communicate instantaneously with itself across any distance creates a wave of negentropy, light, from the entanglement structure of how it came to be, influenced retrocausally in the eschatological reconciliation of always manifesting the same Omega, regardless to the changes to the timeline.

Y'know, in one timeline, Hitler got into art school, and all of history from that point reconciles with the Omega, which is what synchronicity ultimately is, but those other universes are not destroyed! They are eternal, as all choices are (you're going to sit with the person you hate most in that restaurant called Heaven), and the cool pataphysical technology God has created from Himself is Karma, where us monads are woven between parallel universes based on setting our intention in order to always reflect our intention back at us, intelligently, to perpetually condition someone aware that there is nothing random as everything we experience is procedurally generated based on our entanglements with past n present Karma, obviously.

Here's a fun way to visualize superpatterns emerging from subpatterns:

https://youtu.be/C2vgICfQawE

So, along with my ban from X, which pushed me here as my life partner found after his Reddit ban, I now have to go on Blue Sky and pretend to be retarded, because aliens. Sigh. Well, y'know, X was garbage; I could definitely see why I could be useful there, edumacating n all. And the thing, y'know, if I was forced to pick if I were on the left or the right (I choose up AND down), I would pick the left ideological, kinda, but fully uncensored, I definitely fit better in the alt right. Superpositions! Which is why I am bait in our police state.

This is where I don't know where reality begins or ends. Obviously, the good cops of the world have both my and my life partner's IP and MAC addresses, and they know who tf I am, no doubt, having been v& before to stay a week in the hospital, no questions asked, though they did get to look at a phone I was given the night before FOR MY MISSION I was told, but the bad cops? Y'know, the ones in Arizona? Joe Arpagio is a shit-fucker from the planet of bimboozly manaherds, that's what I'm saying with this paragraph, obviously.

And that's where the scary thing lies; these live blue retards might actually think I still do meth, which means justice for me involves these pigs setting their intentions with training in putting me away, which is a different thing entirely than carrying out justice. But y'know, when all those people out in the world today were cross-talking to me when I was near them because I stole a box of offbrand Walmart Benadryl last night in a way that caused a disturbance (flipping tables), I learned something: these fucking idiots whom I THOUGHT and still kinda think was an organized decentralized autonomous organization, but no. Word gets out. People do what they think is best. They have no idea what God actually is. Eye C God.

Ugh, light in my I's. Such is enlightenment. But that's another thing, this role I perform, I think, teaching, I mean. It's a role. It's not something you take off. And one thing I am aware of why the FBI has been listening in on artists for decades and decades is because they want their cops to know how innocent they are while simultaneously learning about how the literal reason Jesus and the Buddha and many others acquired their iddhi is by unmöbiating/undefiling their sinful entanglements within the Ālaya-vijñāna, the storehouse consciousness; the Server to us Clients across this Holy Internet.

I really laid the bamfs on the "doctor" that came for a visit yesterday in text this morning. Balls in his court. Sure hope he's competent enough to comment below to apologize and admit his ignorance so he may do this Illuminati ritual to overcome his shame so he may meet me halfway and save his sorry ass. But that's just magick I'm doing. This intention setting shit I do to manifest an ibroglio that destroys the state, as They want it to be.

Oh, good. Just broke the law last night because God said to, which I deduced was wise because I understand that God has planned around the pigs planning around me planning around them planning around me. I sure am the best bait the decentralized autonomous organization of secret police described in the New Testament at an eighth grade reading level could come up with! Truly master bait, as a "doctor" came to visit me yesterday, for a preventative check up, to determine that I have knowledge of meth making; I watched Breaking Bad!

But y'know, that's the fun part, because I am really turned on by being scared, hence the window masturbation in my youth. It would really suck if the police were ignorant and manipulated vulnerable populations with their skill-set they are taught and trained to use. For them, at least. Because while I know the pre-23 year old Elwood I was certainly created some eyebrow-raising ads on Craigslist 20-30 times a day, I likewise know that I am an objectively good person despite breaking the law under duress of the military industrial complex using me for some purposes, I guess.

The fool. Everyone remembers the fool, for They fuck up everything for the fool, which makes the fool into the true superposition of good/bad, to be the best cop, or rather, best bait for the bigger traps set by apex predators to catch actually predators. Y'know, Cains, who do not keep their brother.

That was sure a fun fifteen minute appointment I had yesterday where a stranger lied to get into my home that I was required to trust, because he was clearly manipulating me. I can recognize it, especially in hindsight, but the thing is, I'm fucking retarded, being an oblivious savant. But, because I felt deceived and let down by the medical industry, once again, I broke and listened to my Random Word Generator, which I would ask if it was truly wise, as it saved me before, but I got an ad for sexy women AI porn chat, and I had a panic attack which led to a good cover story, I deduced.

Because that's the only way these authorities posing as medical staff don't wind up facing the wrath of my mother, Sue, as well as our family lawyer who does everything pro boner for us, cuz the wrath of the black sheep of society is something that can be planned and prophecized around, to engineer culture, obviously.

Alone in my room

Awaitin my doom

Elevating mi mind

W/ entangle kind

Brambl' work out

Makes me shout

But in the end, C

Light which I see

Ah goodie, I applied basic grammar to illuminate n teach and I got banned from the spirituality community on my second day in this mesh of communities! I would say that's a badge of honor, but that would give OTHER people still locked in duality the impression that getting banned is outright good. As the aliens told me through a kumquat-watermelon layup while I was logging into my bank just now, I should stop going for the world record all the time.

The tragedy of my life! Yea, I scored 147 on the IQ test I was required to take at age twenty for reasons, which is undoubtedly lower now with all the drain bamage from drugs and hitting myself in the head as hard as I could, because schizoautismo trauma, and yea, my trained verbal IQ is about as high as it can go in the human form, but as implied, my EQ is -9001, and my judgment is comically bad, hence the Craigslist incident, and the thing about being different is no one gives af about you because it would require effort on their part to meet you halfway, which is only further enhanced that the fact that the literal Illuminati has a figurative gun to my head, making me play this character that is an exaggerated caricature of my past self with ten extra IQ points so I may market my content to the people who need it most in the most effective manner.

And the point I was leading to before some kum took the steering wheel was that one must have more empathy in this world. I know I play a jackass at times; my one handler explained that I would know when to turn the jets on to really lay into someone. It's about matching energy. I'm supposed to give the same I am given, in most cases. Exceptions exist, in both directions, but this creates a problem in that I can go a mile over someone's head and capability to respond, and in doing so I so rarely get the chance to run circles around them, as they run away.

Or I get banned, in this case. I don't even know what I did, Autismo Supreme over here, and will I ever find out the exact normative boundaries of this new community I'm in? No, trigger-happy mod values traditional order over non-normative value, to mean that in order to maintain self-sustaining cultural egregoric memeplexuses within their network, they must prune anything that perturbs the narrative they fight for, not being aware they are a cognitive resource used by higher beings in ivory towers powered by the military industrial complex to maintain the culture THEY want them to.

Because otherwise the mod of a spiritual community should fucking recognize that the dinglebopper calling out a new poster (me) for not adhering to their personal standard of what constitutes "spirituality" (my fucking post was on the specific wording of the Bible, linking it with Buddhist cosmology at the end) has far less value to add to that community than the guy clearly demonstrating that he has perceived n undone the karmic fetters that bound him to the existence-illusion complex.

Unless that community was profiting (propheting) from their ignorant and weak-willed members, like a cult or something. Pfft, good thing I'm just one of the C-grade average cops, or whatever we call ourselves. Crackheads! That's it. Heh. A social credit score in my NSA? It's more likely than you think.

I hear what are God's whispers

I steer ship with these zephyrs

Carrying me when there is non

Lifting me with abundance ton

Faith to be free following word

Don't need much haven't hoard

Of material goods- Karma pay

Sorcerer masochists doth flay

Their selves with + entangling

Oh no, that's not what I meant

Teaching God be I sole intent

Funny joke to that feeb fucks

Who thinks internet is a truck

And thus must read each line

Loners learning of the divine

Joke, of course, for who else

Is the one sending note bells

Occult means hidden in t occident

Acquiring Knowledge, no accident

Result o courage to defy authority

Thinking in good/bad be a duality

Superpositional copper C's beyon

DAO - spread across the big pond

Knowledge given by the serpents

Twists the truth so you do repent

Möbiation to know defilement sin

Up/down oscillation cease to win

Feather? Soul be light enough for

Replication unto higher egregore

As topological matrix, you r knot

What empty b plus t are + t r not

This Server, Client, Holy Internet

Monadic node on n in Indra Net

God is balloon of consciousnes

Odd the animal made is a mess

Would b cool is there was book

Dat turn wine/water, man/crook

Magick is built from ur intention

Story be first cognitive invention

Told the truth? Surface, at least

Dog sorcery save man fr. beast

Within as sin is twist in G mind

Karma true- remember be kind

Dharma is just a spiritual story

Scaffolding w/ wise pedagogy

That b world is an illusory tale

Simulation, where logic do fail

Garden, but what is in th' brain

Magick: make intention insane

Procedural generation weaves

You into reality sent so receive

Experiment; follow white rabbit

Synchronicity name o G's spirit

First line is seven words long now

Worse, I've lost my mind long ago

Wrong was I and I shall tell u how

Satan was me, but self if not ego

Plan of God an' men oft fall awry

Mental health often explodes, tō

Wealth o wisdom wonderin' why

Kingdom o suffering Garden gru

Making adversity wat make king

Through trials, I did grow strong

To know nature topology strings

Last line b also seven word long

Made my first post in the philosophy sub like a retard, so now I'm here, fucking my ass better than I was before. Ladies and gentlemen and that...person...there of the jury of the audience and ALSO the real jury I will face eventually, I am a teacher of topology, philosophy, and spirituality, like Epstein, which is why we must now have a pop quiz.

Question 1) Consider the following sentence:

Eye shure an glag dat th negentropy of mi lyfe b rly güd to mee sew ai ar no no inn da Chthaoctardriam a knee mor cuz aye undefayld mi sinn im th Ālaya-vijñāna.

Match the three correctly spelled words in that sentence with their definition.

A) Protogenic system energy; light

B) Storehouse consciousness

C) The infernal hellspace I go to when I stimfap for hours on offbrand Walmart Benadryl

God says I shouldn't say that last one with this pending court case I haven't been arrested for yet. Well, fuck that guy! He can go suck my dick He is.

Phenomequalitesselation, amirite?

Question 2) Do you know what happens when we go into and out of our "selves" to be even more as what is as it do and be for it is as it does when it won't do it's will, which it does? Complete sentence answers only.

Question 3) Which of the following best describes a one "Donald Trump?"

A) President of the United States B) Pedophile C) Cop D) Distraction E) All of the above

Question 4a) What are you?

Question 4b) What is that?

Question 4c) How's that working out for you?

Question 4d) Do you know how to NOT be that, too?

Question 5) You wanna buy some jerky? Not like, adrenochrome, but like, plant-based jerky, obviously.