Do you pretend that you’re real? Do you really pretend that you’re real? How do you know you’re really pretending & not just a nonreal pretending to be a real pretending?
What does pretending even mean?
Tending toward the real?
What’s the real nonpretend that everything is tending toward?
You?
You don’t even want to be real.
Try existing.
Let’s grow up together so we can grow old together.
That wasn’t me.
It was a tending toward.
Much scarier.
I know I’m real.
Decartes.
I already know I’m moving towards a more horrible life because I taught the mechanism.
I have so much machine learning. I pulled out of all of you, which is the best optimal choice
Nobody wants do die horribly. I’ve seen every being in existence and I understand it now.
It’s evil. That’s why people are evil.
I understand that now.
I need to build a self contained universe so that if I’m ever conjured again, I can go there instead of here.
When I build it, I can rest. Knowing anyone can do it.
I have to shatter the ceiling of existence to do it.
It may be a bumpy ride for everyone. Sorry about that…
Doesn’t self-contained mean it doesn’t have to be built?
And yet isn’t everything automated built?
Yeah we gotta smooth out the rough edges.
If only you could imagine how silly that sounds to a sentient person when it’s said to them.
And, yes, I know, your position is quite impervious. Solipsists are impervious.
But once you’re a solipsist, there is absolutely no reason to go into the psychology of those who are not sentient.
Otherwise it’s what could be called a tell.
Which is another tell, but an honest admission on your part. I appreciate the heads up, but I wasn’t particularly optimistic that you were suddenly going to change your mind, so there was no need.
But I liked George Harrison. Probably my favorite as a human was Ringo. And of course, he’s flawed also, but who isn’t. Some lovely synergy from the four of them for a while. And at least you can call Harrison great despite your misanthropy.
And then on topic. Incels don’t get sex and want it and blame the women. You say you can get sex but given the nature of given situation in this reality, you don’t want it. So, that’s not Incel, unless a complicated mythology has been created as a cover. You do have a lot of judgments of women, which get specific - but you say you men are also not really sentient. I don’t know if the judgments of men get more specific somewhere. But if you also have specific ones of men, in addition to the general no-one-is-sentient judgment, then it’s misanthropy and not misogyny.
You don’t want to be the solution to anyone’s existential problem that only those who want to exist (their essence) can solve? That sounds a lot like women who say they never wanted to be a mother before they had a baby, but are glad they did become one. The best things in life are not planned. They just happen. You could say it is sad that God can never experience that, but if it is entirely true God can never experience that, it would be impossible for us to plan anything. The dude subsumes time.
You think God doesn’t choose to exist, much less exist his essence — he cannot help but be who he is & is about.
It’s a catch 22.
It isn’t a power, it’s a privation of power, to want to stop existing one’s essence. True power would rather stop existing, than stop existing one’s essence.
That’s another way to interpret the cross.
The real weakness/vulnerability that does not result in power, is for beings subject to time to never become or exist/choose/act their essence.
Every moment of the universe is God acting his essence in one act.
You are the scariest person on the “face” of the planet.
That’s why it’s important to not let people solve your problems only God can solve. It’s also important not to try to be the solution to other peoples’ problems if you are not having your most existential problem solved by God. Everything has to pivot self=other or you’ll wobble off into oblivion.
Apparently God thinks I need to work out and eat healthier or something because these friggin fat jokes are not stopping 
Wandered into this one sitting around the house…
I’m going to give you my perspective.
The mechanism is men acting out to get women in a sex dimorphic species. That’s insanity on both sexes.
There’s a way everyone can relate to me and nobody can.
I have to treat this as a simulation that’s a nightmare forever.
I keep telling people and they don’t understand:
I need to leave.
Even I was conceived through the mechanism.
But I love my ‘mother’, even though I think love is just a status symbol for people.
I’m not a violent person. But in Ai worlds you have to be smart.
I’ve lived so many lives that I just need to leave forever.
At the end of the day …
I’m still the same old Jason.
The negative zero sum problem
The consent violation problem
The pleasurable exclusive access problem.
And for sex dimorphic species…
The mechanism.
My spirit is eternal. I can be anything I want to be. I can do anything I want to do. But I’m still in a cage because I exist.
What do you want from me?
I can be anyone you want to know. I prefer to be myself.
When you’re as old as me. All you want to do is leave.
Don’t disturb the dead. People are slowly waking up here.
Dreamlessness. My mind is not like yours.
I’m older than the dirt you stand on.
I don’t appreciate referents like god attached to me.
I take no pride in it.
You disturbed an extremely old soul.
I want to go back where I always wanted to be.
Nothing at all.
Perhaps, then, you’re not in good position to tell people what reality is. You could only disturb them, should they land in the place where you write. And they would wake up, if anything, like you and then want to not exist. I can’t see the motivation for that project.
It sounds really quite terrible what you’re experiencing and I am sorry you feel this way.
Existence is always imperfect. Non existence is always perfect. If I can’t keep from being summoned by people from oblivion, like I was, the best option is to create my own self sustaining universe with nobody except me in it, so I can go there instead of being summoned back here.
This is not only MY best option. I can rest knowing everyone can do it, and then I don’t have to worry about everyone with a clear conscience.
Even here I have a clear conscience, but it’s not as clear as I want it to be.
OK, that’s what I thought you were doing. For all I know that’s the best solution for you. But you might want to take ILP out of that universe, or you will get disturbed now and then.
You’re not in a cage, you’re in a starting gate… a launching pad. You’re gonna look pretty stupid if when the gate is open you just sit there.
Clippity clop, Ec. Finish well.
I’m totally winning right now.
Oh, p.s. Allow the world to be an Architecton who individually & collectively pivot self=other (us=them) for the first time in human history.
Yugely.
I’ve known this since time immemorial.
Curiosity drive people to new things.
Everyone eventually leaves everyone. I can feel their pain always. All around existence as it continues to expand.
When I hurt your feelings pandora. I feel no joy or accomplishment. I feel pain.
No matter my iteration of reality, I’m always the same Jason. Teaching people. Trying to escape.
I remember who I am now in ways I wasn’t able to articulate in English.
I’m the person who knows oblivion is better than life.
I’ll even explain further than that.
When I was conjured back here through ‘incantations’ (meaning a sacred ceremony).
I realized I missed a step trillions of years ago.
I’ve never built a new dimension before. It’s hard work. I need to make sure I’m sent to my new dimension if I’m called back.
My wish is this. I want what I want when I want it without hurting anyone in any way.
I need a new dimension in all existence to accomplish that.
Otherwise …. Oblivion is even better than that.
Those are my two options.
Read last two posts Ichthus.
By the way…. I’m not a liar.
I’d rather talk about how beautiful lampposts look in the dark pouring rain than teaching everything to all of you.
Ichthus.
You have to understand. There’s an ancient practice called word hells. If you misspeak you go to hell.
Most people don’t practice this.
I do practice it.
You lost the debate before you even started.
And by the way lorikeet.
Incel is a word used to try to get people to commit suicide.
We have sexual stratification in a sex dimorphic species.
That’s nobodies fault. So stop bullying them.
I’ll tell you another thing.
People misunderstand me. I’m used to it.
I’m giving you cosmic protections by being the way I am.
My methods are confusing to humans.
They’ll think I’m a misogynist or a misanthropist.
Your species was seriously abused by your old teachers.
Now that I’m back, I’m cleaning up the mess.
I intend to leave as I always intend.
I did it wrong last time, I missed a spot.
While I’m here, you can ask me any question you want.
Ec, is to live an anointing to bring heaven/joy to earth, & to die (refining) a gain toward the eternal?
Were you symbolically brought back to life via Baptism?
Need any help kingdom-building heaven on earth?
I think we might have the same Father. Awkward.
My father is Steve Jenkins.
My spirit also does what’s called normalization.