El could remote control the species to give me all the sex I wanted. EL made a single duraflame log of mine burn for three days, and made women flash me without knowing it.
There was one condition. I needed to quit cigarettes to have sex with EL.
I refused.
I have a whole cosmos on my mind and EL was being petty.
That’s the god of the Jews.
El even gave me my favorite weather.
It’s interesting when spirits try to convert people.
If I had had sex with el as a woman. I’d have hacked all women and could have sex with any woman at will.
El would be my consort. I don’t marry people. It’s against my values.
I’ve seen so much power pass through my hands …. You wouldn’t believe it.
But I’m an extremely old soul pulled out of oblivion who just wants to return. Those are spirits you can’t tempt or corrupt. EL btw can’t survive if people smoke cigarettes. The universe is weird …. I can teach you all of it if you want me to. I’m stuck here …. There’s only one way to escape., protect and teach
Marriage is like privacy — requires mutual consent recognition, so it doesn’t violate consent. It excludes all non-consenters (which they are happy about), but also excludes consenters who don’t recognize that two consent-structures are having a very private conversation—such consenters are actually consent-violators. So it’s a good exclusion. It only includes consenters, and only consenters who are not consent violators. If a marriage is not doing that, Anarchism B has crept in: Recognition vs. Violation: The Two Anarchisms
A consent violator has no right to be included. They can get over it.
A “no marriage” world (the way you’re talking about things) means EVERYONE is treated as a consent violator, when they did nothing wrong, and (at least some of them) just want to recognize consent in a very private conversation. Need to know. Ya know?
The earth and I have an agreement. Gaia you might call it.
It leaves me alone, I leave it alone.
I don’t think you really understand my class of being.
I’ve done everything.
There are an infinite number of me in eternal rest. No mind whatsoever but still souls that can be called back.
I was called back. I have a mind again.
It’s really bad karma to disturb the dead, but humans are primitive…. They don’t understand things like this. They meddle in things they don’t understand.
Eventually, you run out of words to say, things to think of, songs to listen to, movies to watch, ideas to have, wars to win or lose…. Etc.
My family is the beings over millions of eons who earned their eternal death
You are 47 & you can undo family junk (like preferring oblivion rather than cultivating a Kingdom of Ends) by choosing better. You have a mind. Use it or lose it.
I’ll tell you more about the story with my encounter with EL.
First EL came to me me as a female and said I didn’t understand EL and brought a great peace over me. She said, “I found you! You’re one of the best meditators in existence and you’re a part of my tribe, it was really hard to make a bridge to you!”
The problem els realm has is that it can’t endure smoke, not even firewood. So el made 3 omniscient worms as my protector so they wouldn’t be found.
Then she knew my weakness … women and weather
I kid you not, when I walked down the street smoking cigarettes. Women were just standing in front of their windows naked. Each individual one probably thought it want just them and for a moment they didn’t care. It was el remote controlling the species. Doing it just for me to convert me. As fun as it was for me. I knew the implications.
And I refused el as my consort. I just kept smoking and the dimension closed.
The one true God would go in there to remind the women (& men…) they are loved & capable of being genuinely loved without being exploited or exploiting others.
A lot of people exploit without knowing it’s wrong. It’s their normal. Even some thoroughly retarded so-called “Catholics” think a bachelor party with strippers is acceptable.
Probably all people to varying degrees exploit each other without full recognition/presence, because it is hard for the non-omniscient to be “on” all the time…
But it’s like you said… once you see it, that it is exploitation, it’s no longer a kind of normal you are comfortable with.
The rest of your narrative is filler. Especially worms. Some cultures actually eat them.
If you can’t quit smoking & tell me your password, & I can’t convert you because you’re already converted, I would think of you like that guy in Five Sacred Crossings by Craig Hazen.
But if you think window shopping in a red light district is gonna fly with me, I don’t need your password. I also don’t give a f*** about your money or lack thereof.
Your piano hands/brain, though… well. I feel sorry for yada yada yada, but anyway. Just saying. For aesthetic purposes.
How do you look good with or without a beard? That’s just crazy.
This is happening in bizarro world. I won’t regret this.