Yea, the CIA does stick with their own, as least the inner circle does. We use bad people, being the “and everyone who loves AND practices lying” in Revelation 22:15 (not TO), but the thing about the Illuminati is that we’re a decentralized autonomous organization of secret police, and the way we’ve engineered our society in the occident is to control those people who can’t think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those waking up to the matrix into the occult.

I remember his first message. Made himself out to be as unattractive and unappealing as possible. That’s how we know who’s who: who are the men and women and who are the boys and girls.

Keep playing with your dick/pussy, though. It will do something eventually when you figure out how it actually works.

…I just said the child would never intentionally burn himself wisely so he never has to worry about being burned again. I’m going to be famous. Money out the ass. Lotta people are going to try to manipulate me, the vulnerable person who got mega famous cuz the government set me up in a way the case is going to fall apart and piss everyone off, which is the point. Me getting taking advantage of, I mean.

…is this thing on? Speak up, they can’t hear you in the van.

Same as my life partner. I get an ounce of weed for him, as I’m forced, and I’ll take a small pile, like six-eight small bowls, and that will last longer than my life partner’s bag and a half+.

And this is what the Buddha statue was saying, as I moved my “self” to better CONVEY this information.

In communication, there is transmitter

Just as there’s a sumtīm deaf receiver

It is both their duties to speak 'n listen

& clearly, the words I speak do glisten

As I write 2k-7k every single day to be

The best wordsmither yu ever did see

So, perhaps, “me” be the real problem

If you look into a mirror, hu is “them?”

See, here’s the thing. I know what I do with my life. I know what people tell me about the things I say online, and there’s two distinct types

1. Those who compliment me to go on to have a nice discussion about how God is a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system

2. People who can’t understand me no matter what, even if I spent twenty paragraphs explaining wtf the first example means

Try harder. Stretch yourself. You have the internet! You can extract meaning from what you don’t understand, like the Bible. But I just say that out of statistical reasons.

Oh, and put a picture? Marketing. I have an educational (f)art project. But you took no effort to understand me, OR EVEN POSE YOUR OWN QUESTION, so God knows you’re going to get slightly miffed at this because you can’t help yourself, which is what my educational (f)art project is DESIGNED to fix.

Free will is a skill; our agency is like a muscle that can be worked out so you don’t have to suffer when you experience dukkha. This is what my life partner - who literally works with the CIA, as I think I do (I stare at goats, which is a reference I HAVE to state, because you wouldn’t look it up on your own) - and thus in this insane hell I’m in, I’m preparing to get famous, where lotsa “you” show up to criticize me on a daily basis.

I’m a juggler, obviously.

I don’t know what the question is. There’s this concept in linguistics - conveyance - which is how well the receiver(s) of your transmission can parse meaning. This requires the use of one’s empathy skills to simulate the other person’s perspective(s) well enough to piece together the right contextual clues to parse meaning from. This picture demonstrates the nature of applied empathy:

I studied Enlish Education fir three years before my college breakdown. The Bible is written at an eighth grade reading level, because that’s about the age girls started to have immaculate conceptions back in Ancient Rome. Same reason America keeps the average person at a sixth grade reading level; to give good girls a leg up over the bad boys n men. We engineer our culture in the occident to control those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously guiding those waking up to the matrix into the occult, which is a word that just means “hidden.”

You joke as if you don’t know the möbiation (defilement/sin) of karmic/quantum entanglement creates dualistic dichotomy (inner/outer), which is what manifests the illusion of the self.

If you look at my latest post on aneurism posting or whatever, you’ll see I have many modes of the same thing.

I’m so God damn pissed off. I gave the weed back because I do not want to deal with him EMBEDDING HIMSELF IN MY ROOM to taunt and provoke me while chanting, assaulting me in the process.

HE’S A MONK WITH A SCREW LOOSE! I CAN withstand him. I COULD fuck myself by letting him destroy my mood every single fucking moment of every single fucking day of a passive aggressive war of attrition that I have no recorse for EXCEPT violence, it feels at times, BECAUSE THE LIAR BROKE MY FUCKING LOCK WHEN I WAS OUT ONE DAY SO HE CAN JUST WALTZ IN MY ROOM AT WILL!

When the lock still worked, he stood outside my room for SEVEN HOURS, knocking and chanting nearly non-stop. He took breaks to smoke and eat and pee. 95% of those seven hours, he was outside my room, hounding me. His parents throw money at him to shut him up.

THAT’S WHERE HE LEARNED HE CAN GET WHATEVER HE WANTS BY RELENTLESS BULLSHIT! My dad sure fucked up, but I’m just a crazy, bipolar basketcase that cannot walk a straight line to any goal without God’s help. He’s either a narcissistic manipulator using me for supply or a really, really, really entitled motherfucker who cannot acknowledge his own faults because mommy n daddy issues.

I have zero capacity to determine the truth. But One Love, right? I felt the unconditional love for and from him that I have felt from God. Was that a lie? Did he trick my sense of love? Did he do this consciously. He SAYS he interned with the CIA, which has the most plausible evidence of all he says is odd and true, outside of Buddhist cosmology, obviously. But what is his intent?

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Yea, he IS the kinda guy that would manipulate his friend into destroying his dad’s car fir his own benefit from the series of events he doesn’t profit from, given his insane vows; eg, never to handle money again, never to enter a place of for-profit business, never to use a cell phone, never to work unless impossible circumstances, never to talk with his mom again. Y’know, completely sane vows of a man who REALLY “gets it.”

He wants to walk 200 miles to a Buddhist monastary through the Sonoran Desert AND HE WILL NOT BREAK HIS VOWS. I think? I think this motherfucker may have hidden money or has the capacity to attain resources he lies about. So much stuff appeared in the apartment when I was in the hospital, ALSO when the washer/dryer magickally broke. $200 appeared one day, neatly stacked on the counter. Did Slenderman come to our door and deposit this from the window? No, I got three different bullshit explanations.

He controls my food supply by taking over the kitchen. There are times I’M NOT ALLOWED to eat because…I don’t even know. I just can’t go in the kitchen sometime. And I have to be vegan. He sabotaged my bread one time. I’m dependent on the food he DEMANDS or outright just buys himself on Amazon with my card, as I don’t know how to prepare it, and I can’t learn because he’s either in the kitchen or sleeping, and I’m not allowed to make food then.

This feels so much like the cult. Same gaslighting. Same control. Same being the one who has to do everything to make impossible circumstances work. And I’m wrong when I fail AND when I succeed. I’m wrong if I’m right about something. He taught me a lot. I’ve experienced this doppler effect with Vince before, approaching and surpassing him. I think he can’t handle that I acquired all his Knowledge but he does not seem capable of assimilating my Knowledge. Or is skillfully refusing to listen to make me feel inferior, as my traumas of being a highly neurodivergent child in a narcissistic, traumatizing household with NO therapy; communication error could mean life and death. And I’m always wrong. Always wrong. Always wrong.

I’m on 1mg/2mg Risperidone and 1000mg Deprakote. This is just how I am every day. Especially now, in these most fucky circumstances.

He lied about having AIDS and a warrant to control me. This is the person that SAYS he loves me…whil simultaneously saying “beneficial” is the one word he would use to describe how he feels about our relationship.

I’m certainly not doing this for my benefit

Yea, I do post it to provoke the children who cannot help themselves.

It’s intentional! And I am on max medication. What are your deficits? Are you aware? I can point some out, but I don’t want to be cliche’d. You must get that feedback a lot.

Tyop

I has taught this. Yes. Learn what you can do. Wisely. Safely. Don’t try to break the law or cause harm, I mean.

So why do you treat me like an inferior?

I INHERENTLY have something wrong with me! No empathy. No compassion. You treat me like a dog, but that’s how you treat your family. Not ONE IOTA of respect to me as a human being. I’m a mad dog; rarer than corpses in our society, because people like you lock me away, out of sight. Too much of a displeasure. I love you. No words anyone ever tells you will mean anything until you accept them, completely and totally, so I’m sorry you’re like Moses n Jesus.

Baby don’t hurt me…don’t hurt me, no more…

I would end there, but I want to make sure you ask yourself the right question. You don’t know, do you? I can tell! Love ya!

I am schizoaffective n autistic af. Verbal communication is limited. Written communication I’ll win. Double edged sword of a brain. High IQ, low EQ, poor judgment. I’d get mopped because of being differently abled. Since he’s so great though, surely he can meet me halfway. And I don’t want to debate. I’m intentionally provoking to those who throw bad energy my way because I know only children cannot help themselves but throw sand at the playground. I just want to complete my one mission and popularize cognitive technologies and orthogonal relativity. And juggling. There’s a reason I don’t put any videos up. The layman hears “juggling” and they think X. I don’t do X. I don’t play the normative games the sheep play, but I forgive your transgression as I know you couldn’t help yourself but get into a steamy blow-by-blow in the comment section, which is why you tried to goad what you must perceive as a mentally disabled man into embarrassing himself so YOU, whomever that is, can PROFIT off a differently abled human being.

Predator.

I don’t know if I should thank any of the liars and manipulators that fuck with me, but because of them I no longer care of the opinions of the masses.

…they’re the same post.

But I am not insane. I AM; supersane. Which is how I recognize that you are assisting me in my mission by making the machines who cannot help themselves go digging to learn.