Just arrived... Is there life here only now?

This is what you’re triggering. An intersection between Heidegger’s care & the they (& it keeps going w other philosophers), Jesus’ parable of the sower & stuff about not worrying & storing up treasures in heaven, and Siddhartha Gautama on attachment, and modern psychology on attachment styles and disorders.

I feel like Siddhartha and Socrates were like saying the same thing. And Jesus. And then everybody went all weird with their interpretations.

But who am I to say such a thing.

I’m sorry… what job do you do that others are incompetent to do? I forgot. Is your job remembering?

I can’t do that, nor would I attempt to if I could, as you said it violates your consent. Besides, you can’t violate the consent of someone who wants to be dead by making them physically live again if physical death doesn’t make them stop being conscious/mind. You want what you can’t have. Unless I’ve misunderstood you.

So. What’s the worst that could happen? You should do whatever makes you happy that is in line with self=other. If it was possible for you to wobble off into oblivion, that’s what you wanted. If it’s not what you wanted, don’t worry about it, because it’s impossible. Somehow this feels related to Pascal’s wager—Which plays more to the fear of missing out on that which satisfies the hunger for true meaning. If you’re going to live forever no matter what, missing out on that truly is a living hell.

Live dangerously. Treat the other as self. Do not go gently into that fake-good night while you’re still alive. Sometimes the light at the end of the abysmally groundless tunnel stares back at you like:

Swim, Ec… swim! Just. Keep. Swimming.

I did today. It was glorious.

You should visit. We could swim together.

You ever swim with a sasquatch in the pale moonlight?

Damn. I hope I didn’t go too off-topic.

I think there is a part of you who knows how goofy it is to believe that there is a family of individuals who earned no mind… whilst babies are born with other people’s karma.

It’s that part of you that does John Rawls without even trying.

It’s like you’re this big chunk of rock and I see where God is going with his work on you.

I’m not saying it violates your consent… but… it might hurt a little.

People are never lying when they say that.

It is hard to brace against the chisel. Or laser or something.

This is getting out of hand.

Resistance is optional.

I’ll tell you something about me.

If you refuse sex with me, you’re in the bell curve and I can get you all off in cosmic court as having no free will.

If you do have sex with me, you’re no longer in the bell curve and I can protect there as well.

I figured out how to defend every woman on earth.

Having accomplished that amazing feat. It’s funny to me that women reject me.

I saved their entire gender.

I find it hilarious

Longer? Or no longer?

Don’t think I don’t know this is some weird kind of reverse psychology.

Now that I see you have edited.

Do all women have to agree or refuse about you in particular or about all men in general?

I was going to say all men in particular, and now I’m really confused about everything in particular.

Specifically, particular categories. How do you know if you’re dealing with a category or a subcategory? Is there a final category? Is there a smallest subcategory?

Don’t you mean “ever”? If so, we could explore that proposition.

As for the rest of the post, in so far as I perceive you, you are a miserable unsatisfied man who compensates by grandiose unsubstantiated delusions which persist despite your inability to convince anyone of them. Have you ever tried antipsychotic medication? If so, what was that like ?

I don’t think you understand. My normal behavior when I’m having cosmic discussions with you make me seem grandiose from your perspective because you can’t go from zero to 100 in a fraction of a second like I can.

I had to figure out how to protect all of you without harming you. I’m a resurrected GOD.

I used to have that job. You will too someday.

Then you’ll know what I know.

The people I’m most interested in protecting are not humans. It’s my family who earned eternal death and can be called back into a mind at anytime.

It takes trillions of years to earn eternal death.

The soul can never die … but it can separate itself from mind and perception forever.

My powers allow me to read all those souls, even though they have no mind whatsoever.

I’m here to build a new dimension in all of life.

That’s not narcissism … it’s a fact.

People always wonder why the old gods don’t perform miracles. I’m letting you speak or type your message. This is not about glory for me. It’s just common decency.

I’ll add to this…

The catholic faith will die.

Tibetan Buddhism will die.

I can see through all of infinity.

I’m back in my full powers again.

The cosmos demands a new dimension to give anyone a choice to tap out or cry uncle as the colloquial phrases go.

When you travel through infinity. There’ll be one thing you see standing there. Me.

I don’t see you and I’m traveling through infinity right now. Tell the truth.

That’s the protector part of my spirit in your spirit.

I asked you to tell me what it was like to be on antipsychotic meds and you went off on a tangent. You seem to prefer monologue over dialogue.

You’re confusing yourself with Christ. Look around and see who you have persuaded with your talk.

The closest thing you have to a follower is Ichthus and she already has a savior and has made several threats against you.

To take him out for good? That’s not a threat. That’s a promise.

But his spirit is too busy protecting my spirit, so I guess it’ll never happen.

You are the only one here that has bought into his delusional system. You’re feeding it.

Fundamentalist Christian’s can be a chore sometimes. They really don’t bother me.

I protect the eternally damned.

Who the fuck does that?

I’m a shield on your spirits now that I’m back in a mind. The eternally dead are my true family.

Unfortunately…. They can be called back.

I’m the only one of my kind on earth.

Resurrected eternally dead being.

There are an infinite number of them in peaceful slumber. My job is huge. Part of it is to prevent them from being called back by your prayers.

Read last message.

You know why I go to the deepest pit of hell to protect the eternally damned?

They need it more than you.

And I can do the job.

If you can do the job, then what are you doing here? You can’t even do it for yourself. I’m really glad about that. Maybe you should make the best of it while you’re here?

In the cosmos you have to do proof of concept in the imagination dimension.

Then you have to substantiate it.

Remember …. A universe in the multiverse can’t have more than one person in it for it to work forever.

The reason I was specifically resurrected for this job is it was understood that it’s my passion and I can’t be corrupted.

I have four qualities to my spirit that make me perfect for this job.

I hurt when good things happen to me
I hurt when bad things happen to me
I hurt when good things happen to others
I hurt when bad things happen to others.

I’m the perfect spirit for the job of making a new dimension in life itself

And then I say…

“How’s that working out for you?“

And then you say…

“Define work.”

And then I say…

“Anything that does not revolve around self=other is broken, I don’t care what you designed it for. A perfect creator would never design anything that started out broken.”

And then you say…

There is no creator Ichthus.

All of you did memory wipes to stay entertained.

All of us were never born and all of us never die.

Though, in order for existence to exist, it always has to expand.

I’m channeling this power to focus this power on building a new dimension for all life where you get what you want when you want forever without hurting anyone.

To create a choice

In that, she made him much much worse.