Wrong. Sasquatch… Big Foot.
His foot is the length of his torso.
You can’t compete.
They can’t have sex with me because they’ll lose their life’s work. A counseling license. I needed to be in the most impossible situation for someone to have sex with me to prove the mechanism exists.
It actually protects the human species instead of condemning it.
They’d still be protected if they chose me, but they’re part of the mechanism.
Do you really want to know how my mind works?
It’s extremely down to earth. I can switch from casual banter to cosmic discussions in a heartbeat.
Yes, I would like to witness that in more than text.
How can you tell when a woman is obeying the mechanism, versus genuinely seeking agape-ruled eros with you? She won’t be your therapist (professionally), if it’s the latter. So why even dwell on that?
Ichthus.
You can’t tell people to not have sexual orientations.
That’s dictatorship.
The question I came to prove is how people use their sexual orientations.
If I can’t get laid, you’re all saved.
That was the whole point.
You’re a weaselly little fella, aren’t ya?
Game over.
Harry says, “Bye. Called that one.”
You’re trying Ichthus.
What do you think real gods do with their spare time?
To humor the cosmos.
You’re not funny.
You’re not smelly.
Now we’re both lying.
Ichthus. It’s not going to work anymore. You’re not funny.
I pulled off one of the biggest jokes ever.
You’re all forgiven for hating me.
Nobody hates you.
They just know you don’t choose, despite having the capacity.
You consent to not choosing.
Consent granted.
You’re trying to demonstrate a modicum of power.
That’s your ego.
It’s over Ichthus.
The joke becomes even funnier every time you reply to me.
Explain the joke & how it’s not on you.
If the joke is on me, it’s even funnier.
Can you roll with gods Ichthus?
Are they sober, honest, loyal, & tender?
Do they just say they are with no doing?
That isn’t rolling.
That’s posing.
I don’t roll with posers.
Ichthus. I’m the nicest person you’ll ever meet.
When I reject people, I’m protecting them.
I’ll tell you another thing.
People always say to others that they don’t know how good they are as a compliment.
I know how good I am.
So I don’t get the compliment.
I can’t beat the mechanism.
That makes me feel powerless.
So I turned it around to defend you all.
The suffering I’ve endured in my life would make everyone cringe.
For what?
That’s the whole point.
I can access any spirit living or deceased.
All I want is oblivion. It’s perfect. The Buddha taught incorrectly. He taught that change is inevitable. That means he loses his enlightenment as a season.
I’ve seen the whole cosmos.
Ask me anything. Do you want me to read your mind to prove myself? I can do that. And you’d be aware inspired by me. That’s not true power. I just want to live a normal life, always knowing oblivion is better.
How do I know oblivion? I’ve slept without knowing my dreams. Existence is always imperfect.
But since I have to exist, I’m making the best of it.
Knowing you are “loved regardless” by someone who knows you can’t beat the mechanism without knowing you are loved regardless…is how the mechanism is overcome.
The mechanism is an illusion—a construct. Being loved regardless is what’s real.
F***ing without knowing you’re loved regardless… is empty. But … with knowing it… hmm…
I am a virgin to that.
Jasonling,
You’re on your own. You ignored her & our repeated warnings. Swim at your own risk.
- The F.O.E.S. Syndicate
P.s. You’re both not funny.
Ichthus. I know what I have to do. I have to leave you all. I’ll send a copy of myself here knowing it’d hurt people if I left.
Until I say in person that I left, you’ll know I’m still here.
It’s all copy. Even in person. Meh.