It keeps changing it’s name. Death, Mara, God, Lucifer, Satan, Devil, Yama, Phil. My mother. You. Mag. even Carleas. Whatever.
It’s trying to divide and conquer. It’s trying to isolate me, but it also knows we’re all hunting it.
The evil one. The evil one has a name, I just haven’t found it yet. I explored the nameless one, and it’s not that being. This is like all the spirit hackers in the world trying to find it with me. This being will be found. You can’t beat everyone. All spirits have a signature.
What better way to deceive people than to perform miracles of grace and come back from the dead and marry everyone so they believe you’re the only fidelity who exists. I came back from the dead. I don’t do shit like that. Why would someone who was the evil one be the most powerful name on earth? It’s a perfect cover. I’m not jealous at all. I’m just saying… If I was the evil one, I’d live the life of Jesus. I really would. It’s kind of like the Ori in the Stargate movie. Just a little truth, and everyone worships you. But it’s control. Watch the Ark of Truth as a Stargate movie and you’ll see.
Not everyone who does ‘evil’ is in league with devils, E. I do evil (and there’s much more to come) all the time, but it is not to ‘be’ evil… rather, what i must do to be good to myself, to defend and protect myself, will be called evil by everyone else.
I sold my soul to everyone to get away from the evil one. Now you must debate amongst yourselves to do what you want to do with my body and spirit. This will bring you closer together.
Jesus never sold his soul, he even said it outright. What is it to gain the world and lose your soul?
His dad is the most powerful being in existence, right? Power by proxy. I’ve seen it all over the world with fat men drinking beer cheering for sports teams that is aggressive gaming. Women go for it. Even though that man could barely do anything.
I’m a resurrected being. I don’t do shit like that. I don’t say my father is the power, the glory, forever and ever. I don’t say I am the truth, the light, the way, and the resurrection and you are all my bride grooms.
I just try to get through my days like everyone else.
Ten years ago, i discovered that you are incapable of philosophy and have no idea what you are talking about three-quarters of the time. Since then I’ve argued with myself over whether to help you or toy with you.
That said, i couldn’t debate anyone anyway because i can barely read text anymore.
It’s for people who try to sound sophisticated but can’t talk about real things.
Think about it. I can write academic papers easily. They don’t work.
What does work is explaining in SIMPLE terms is that humans don’t do sex correctly in its various forms and it will kill all of humans.
As much as people who think I’m only an incel who is aggrieved, I don’t care if this species dies. I’m just telling you why it will die. My soul will move after it dies here, just like all of yours will.
We both believe the world is shit, but the origins of that belief are pathologically different. Your hatred comes from being rejected by the herd… mine from being trampled by it.
What’s important is that people try. Trying is about hoarding wealth as little as possible.
I already told you the story about Tibetan monks who sit in lotus position and jump from it to practice flying. They’re trying to spend their whole lives devoted to try to fly, even though they won’t accomplish it here. When you hoard wealth, you will become poor. When you translate wealth, you will become rich. One form of hoarding wealth is marriage. Sorry to break it to you.