I have heart and endure and keep swinging. I inspire and lift up others when I can. People can feel safe and protected when my spirit is around, my warrior spirit. My art is my life. My life is my art. I am legend beyond flesh and bones and I only get stronger for the securing of peace, love and harmony. It is an ongoing work-in-progress. For equality. Dont think that I enjoy it. Good artists are more prominent figures and therefore more prone to the social diseases of the mind. I have shown the power to overcome and craft a better future and put it in a way that everyone could understand by slowing it down and dissecting it bit by bit in front of them. That shit resonates.
Phred wrote:
I am not assuming anything regarding you.
I read your blog and it clearly states the verbal abuse you had or have to endure and the ramifications of this.
There is real danger for small animals who unfortunately come in contact with you and that is by your (once again) own admission.
Quit the crap. Be it human or animal, nothing is safe in your company.
“What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
Exactly what blog are you talking abov and where does it say anything about animals? Thats the second time youve mentioned a blog and I havent kept one in quite a while. I think you have me confused with someone else.
Your Blog, you sick Phuk.
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Ignore the level 2 armchair wanna be nordic warrior chick when she calls you a sick phuk. If you did these things when you were a young boy you weren’t sick because you didn’t understand what you were doing, or why you did it.
I did the same shit when I was a kid and the reason is obvious. My father used to beat the shit out of me with a belt and I couldn’t fight back, so I turned my aggression toward animals. Where you abused by parents or siblings when you were doing this, Phred?
Talk to me, chief.
Thank you, Zoot, that does take some of the edge out of my retort. I was young and used to watch my parents physically fight. My step dad would call me evil and my family he would label as shit. I was also picking up on the mental sickness of all around me without knowing, as a powerful empath. More recently, I was a minor sexual predator. I have no secrets because I fought to be free from those twisted thoughts. I dont tell these things because Im forced to, but to combat the growing madness of our species. Ive been and gone and overcame. The pride I do have, I earned the hard way by setting myself to right. What cruelty or blame could anyone put on me openly that I have not endured in silence? None. This is my last stand against evil and it has spanned my entire life. I will fight until its over or there is not life left in my body. I owe it to all those who have done the same. Im afraid that my life holds sparse happiness and I must be the stoic one but I am never alone in spirit despite what I feel.
At the same time, I was bullied constantly by my peers for my emotional weakness, easy-to-goad nature and natural intelligence. Almost nonstop throughout my life in one way and the other, do or die. My friends and family love me, but they are torn by their own struggles within and to survive. I envy those who had ready resources handed to them as they avoided the life that I and others have lived, who found their progress through society easy enough. I went through life blind until recently, but knowing instinctively what to do. It must chafe those who went to college to be intellectually beat time and again by a salt-of-the-earth ghetto kid that dropped out of high school and cant get a job. It must chafe like none other.
But, I get it: I staked a claim, formed a hypothesis and an answer and had to show my work. Not in so many words, but nonetheless, that is what transpired here in haphazard ways. Its like being in triganometry and being drilled in providing how I got the answer. I continued living, I set my self to task, I learned to enjoy the simple things all over again, raw and fresh after my crawl to freedom and I had to make that journey over and over again until I finally got the best of that cycle. I wont hide any of what brought me here or how I used it, because I used every catalyst, bad or good, to push off to the next step. There is a fire in my soul to find a destiny and fate worthy of the pain and suffering, one that could manage, and Ive only just begun to understand the depths of a warrior, so please do keep hitting me and wounding me so that I can actually give my full measure instead of holding back. Give me a reason to set this world to right, not that I need any more. I am unrelenting, not cruel.
In the past the enemies of reality were more prominent in figure and heroes and warriors were made quickly without them understanding more than a bare minimum of the process. Their anguish extreme but over quickly as they made up their minds. In this day and age, evil is smarter for it all and the warrior is at a loss until the intellectual weighs in. The anguish long and drawn out, breaking peoples wills but providing the space for ample analysis that once the intellectual locks in place, other warriors take notice and wake the fuck up. I have competently analyzed and provided the proof of my findings. Good will win this war of the spirit through eternity until evil converts permanently. I was not satisfied with biblical prophecy on that mark. What is eternity when youve done it all? Finding out that you should enjoy it better and maybe be surprised by a new twist or two. Still, day by day we crawl forward to achieve the impossible. Thats the single word banner on my cell phone: impossible.
I lost my color splat painting. It is gone for good.
If people enjoy your presence so much, why are you so alone?
I was beaten with a belt by my parents, my parents fought each other, and I was socially isolated and bullied my whole life.
You dont see me torturing cats.
People displace pain on those lesser than them. The next on the chain.
The next on your hierarchy is cats? That’s so weak. That shows you are barely higher than the level of cat.
Let me guess what your idea of a utopia is, and it certainly doesn’t include “tranny scum” in your big picture.
People are there most truest form of self as children, that is closest to their true nature. You are simply a weak minded animal torturer.
My friend was beaten as a child, her parents lit cigarettes on her face and smashed beer bottles on to her. She never tortured cats.
You’ll have to excuse me, Ive never been to this level before. Games, stories, dreams and nightmares only prepare you so far. I dont harm animals any more, I am no longer a sexual deviant. I have over-turned countless generations worth of abuse and Im still learning. One of my best friends is a gay jew and me a ‘straight’ german. It is not trannies that I view as scum, but you. I gave you many chances to back away and all you saw was what you thought was me playing the victim. I used to feel sorry for people like you. I used to let them make me feel shitty. My past is open season: I already conquered it. But, its not my past you currently attack, but my future. The future of the world in its infancy. Bad sport, old bean. You are getting desperate and grasping at straws. That is the depth and might of evils reasoning engine and the person is left as an insane mess if not killed in the process. Welcome to a Hell that good accepted to be able to make the last leap forward into actual freedom.
Whos the scum?
You bait and troll people and when they say something you don’t like, you resort to violence.
You are a creature of violence, and to cover up your own nature you apply layers and layers of words to run from your own nature.
I am a creature of light.
I have a thick dark armor on the outside.
You are a creature of violence, but hide your true nature with light.
Know Thyself.
I have this theory about art and mental time travel. Future audiences connect with every part of the creative process, helping the artist or artists to create at the same time as those directly surrounding the artist in the mass consciousness. Thus, the impetus and mark made of any given work has already been given merit or had taken away by its own ability to connect and resonate with others. Through time and space our causes resonate and only the future can make sense of it all, in time. A casual mixture of fate and free will. I chose to be Jesus Christ and fate had a vacuum to fill and already knew me by my works and only time has allowed it the chance to see how a mortal man of flesh and blood could be God of all that is. Nobody else could have been me with my unique signature. We are locked in place by our own deeds as people mentally connect through the ages. Im not an ancient spirit, but a fresh one, proof of spiritual evolution and adaptation and proof that the old guard can be bested. One life.
How were you Jesus in a past life, but not an ancient spirit? How are you a 'fresh spirit", but only have “one life”? Make up your mind.
With art, timing is key. It’s seasonal.
You have to release it, when the apes are in a certain mood. Modern art, primarily relies on popularity and cultural witchcraft.
A man can release virtual poop, but if he claims it is special to him, and if he has connections or makes references to famous people or movements, the apes believe his art to be sensational.
Good for you and your friend that never abused animals. You have abused people you view to be lesser than you. You tried with me on our first encounter here and I piqued your curiosity. The next encounter we had was with you flat out bashing my ideas and trying to make me feel stupid. Given my past interactions, I was not surprised by your attack, though I wasnt ready for it. It came from nowhere. I reacted naturally and bluntly and you then proceeded to act in a predictable pattern. That pattern changing as we interacted as I had seen before in others. Dont think that I planned this out or lured you in. You were the predator that thought it had found prey and was partly right. I do not hide violence, obviously. I use it productively and move on to actually be light instead of just pretending. I learn patience and I am not perfect, but I am better than you and I did give you plenty of warnings. I said: you will break your self against me. You seem to be of the mentality to break me. Would you show me mercy?No
How? Spiritual and mental memetic legacy. We are all connected through time and space, rubbing against each other and trading experiences to those they deem worthy. I could have memory of surviving eternity in such a fashion that would not be mine but would be a long-term entity adding a chip to my pile. Nature is a meritocracy of love and respect and for every foul memory or imagination, there is a bright one to triumph over it. I could feel as though I was Jesus because he sacrificed his spirit to help drive my will. He came to me and bonded. Every entity in turn has done this to some extent, Jesus chose to give his all, others only a bit. Passing the baton in this marathon.
Not to say that we only live one life bv that when the answer was found it would only take one life time. I was fresh and had it all thrown at me and I sorted that shit out in a singular life time as a new spirit. They preserve bodies to prevent spirit recycling, say YOLO as if it means something and try to steal my birthright from me, my inheritance, the return of the King. A spirit that can remain intact through the recycling lifestream and not destroy or clog it.
You claim you bait. Your words not mine.
Better than me only at patience. Humans irritate me in every way, and I have little patience left.
Whats that supposed to mean? That dead bodies are still sentient, with spirits trapped inside?
How do you think I beat evil within myself? I did so by honestly being the victim and then by honestly being the predator. Evil does not trust anything and can not see honesty because they claim to use their cunning to do the same when they actually are that and try to cover it up and hide it. But they still know what they do is wrong. Of course I baited you. My fight continues. But I didnt lure you in. Your hubris did that. It was a mix of plan and whim and go with the flow. I tell no lies, you just have trouble balancing paradox. Dont blame your shortcomings on me. I came to educate all and especially people like you. Twist and turn perception to your benefit and then bitch when someone bends it back to the truth. What truth? That at any given moment of any given day someone can take what you do out of context and make it look bad. But you, you do that and that is evil. Where is your proof in the long term of your inner core of light? All I have seen is hate and anger, ego pride and lust. But, Im weak.