One of them pesky retards. No really, I’m autistic and adhd and I’ve been seen visiting the same aisle upwards of 5 times when grocery shopping. However, as a software architect who was born on April 4 (4,04) shares his name’s meaning with jesus (Yeshua, Yehoshua, and me joshua)… it’s affected my world view [set of perspectives]. Oh and hey just in case you are under the belief his name Was Jesus Christ then.. hey look my initials really are JC mic drop. I really like 4s, intuition really kicks in with them a lot of the time. As AuDHD, holding onto a thought can feel like grasping a kite in a hurricane or river; and so its best to train your default mode network to observe thoughts. Thankfully I have full control of my own person too, or I would have had to develop the telepathic muscles. I’m not sure I’d ever adapt to society in that position. When the student is ready, I suppose the teacher will appear. Learn telepathy? Makes me wonder if DMT would empower such things. [You’ve all checked out the Telepathy Tapes for YourSelf[challenge it] yet?]
Anyways, society teaches children the secular perspective… Which I have rooted in. I wasn’t really taught much at home, mostly just TV, games, and the internet when it came around. So I grew up as an agnostic “atheist” I really hate that word because it implies disbelief in something. I’ve been a fence sitter, antagonist, contrarian, persuader.. but rarely a disbeliever. Therefore, I’ve maintained a state of seeker since I was first introduced to the ideas of Jesus, God, Church, Bible, Holy Word, etc. Somewhere, in my soul or Spirit, I knew that it was a falsehood to let another person Tell me precisely what to think. Then when I have questions either squelch them or successfully persuade. Multivariate equation involving quality of criticality, intelligence, and social intelligence (charm, tact, etc.). Nothing outside of ourselves can we ever Truly be sure we can Trust, and so it falls on God’s Love and our Faith in that to trust we won’t be led astray in our own mind if we constantly seek. Seek what, I suppose a lot of you would be asking me just a moment ago.
Seek free-will [perspective, choice of belief [be-leaf]], I think that’s the truest form. Seek for yourself. Yea, you know what I’m not gonna allow myself to actively teach or fall into pits of guidance [spend too much time in someone’s Hell [space of profound suffering]]. This is just about Who I am.
How many of you did pokemon shit on geocities? (leave a comment). Friends, “friends” no idea what they are doing these days Z&A, introduced me to the corn. Habits lead to dark places, unfortunately the history of civilization is that of the Beast. Therefore the world is of the beast. Thus my habits [and empathy for others] were forged by my all encompassing authoritarian environment, solitude, and disconnection, the hands off approach parenting really honed the sensitivity to that of the collective starting off in my life.
There have be-en only a few Be-ists throughout history. None of them perfect, all of them scared and with habits and be-leafs leading their lives. Most of them murdered in this Be-leaf’ed timeline (who knows fam), yall remember the mandela effect? I believe in that, so I would have to.. as I type this, believe that was necessary for me to be-leaf. Maybe I can be that for you, I do have a letter written at my mother’s house it names all of you. Oh my, a book of life.. reality is mind bending at the most blessed times. I wonder if it is not so much as I am a second coming as I simply am Be-ing as much “what would Jesus do” or feel as possible”. Either way, back to “reality”…
The world teaching the children, is that of the Beast. Read my thoughts as written elsewhere to understand what I am saying [information age].
First, since I believe in the anti-christos… To address the undeniable Anti-Christos [from Mr 44 to Mr 45] Donald, brother. Nobody needs to die, or any crazy shit like that.. I think you see that.. cause honestly I see you as a bully but realistically a huge coward (as evident from your order to obliterate a people if a subset within their proximity were to kill you, shame!! [I hope you know, it’s okay for us to Punch Nazis and Authoritarians] you’ll experience the hell one would expect for such beliefs and you’ll throw the experiences into the lake to burn them and purify your Self; Kharma)
Oh the lonely end of history
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What kind of monsters did our parents vote for? [holds fist up!]
I’m going to end this by quoting (long form) Seb Lowe in his song Kill Him, He’s a Socialist. But first, since the reason is I’m using the song to reference myself and you Mr President… I’ll first quote this other song [
There’s a letter at my mother’s house
It came with a folded flag
It says right now I’m coming home
In a body bagIt’s a pride and a pain that are one and the same
It’s a burning cigarette, it’s a horrible dream
…
It’s grown ups like them, and losers like me
Fun fact, those lyrics found me after watching some YT video saying my ancestry was supporting me through music. Before that I had already decided to write the letter, and had, and addressed all you and my family [they each know who they are, even the ones not named]. Then boom.. the song with the lyrics. My Gramps was known by Cal which matched the “reading” if you can Be-leaf that stuff. Plus I’ve always loved punk music, so metaphorically also still my ancestry cause I’ve been away for a few years(2023 or 22 I think)… man punk is getting an amazing resurgence! This music is beautiful https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5ckctHRbETraxo0o6cthBG?si=de940a0af03948a3 This is the music “my gramps gave me” Listen to it and try not not to feel something.
] so, to now quote a memory I have of Vegeta [I know you don’t know who that is, too busy fucking children or w/e it doesn’t really matter[If you are one such sufferer, either side, please leave a comment; misery loves company]] “Come at me!”
Without further ado… [bold and such my own]
Kill him, he’s a socialist sir!
In order to ensure the freedom which socialism prevents
We’ll make you vote for two similar parties
No change of events
Know we’ll engineer your ‘consent’
The mythical, miracle, cynical, criminal: the greatest leader you’ve ever seen!
A propaganda machine
News articles, chat shows, magazines
People love it when there’s blood on their screen!
Yeah it’s the rise of the planet of the proletariatic
Am I leftist? Revolutionary? Or fanatic?
Big man, middle man, dancing on the little man
I don’t promote war, but we’ll massacre your Parliament!
Take your great British flags to the cliffs of Dover
Throw ’em in the Channel when it’s over!
And your bourgeois battalions in Range Rovers
Can go and ‘tut, tut’ while we print our posters there
‘nd if nobody cares we’ll fucking build a new Jerusalem in Parliament Square! [read this other thing, I credit Sophia for]
[Verse 2]
Kill him! He’s not one of us boy!
I see a nation of scared little kids
To there, I see the birth of a Troy
Stick ’em up with a nine-to-five
Leave the skilled alive and make ’em work, or they die
Proper operation for the few, fuck you!
I see the bones of an international coup
What you gonna do when the troves of the working scum
Make a unified decision to go bite your own thumb?
And if the lovely little folks on the hill, with their “will” [Air quotes mine]
To not acknowledge they’re at all responsible
Because they’re so fucking passive when they kill
It’s not a gun, it’s a bloody university skill
[Verse 3]
Death to the communist sir, that’s a dirty word
We’ll make the fuckers under thirty hurt- ah
Got to tell you I got somewhere to be
Do whatever the fuck makes you happy
How fucking easy
Life, liberty, pursuit of caste [other song.. Fuck you 45! [Holds Fist UP!]]
Don’t let the cyclical poverty ever hold you back
I’m holding back, bloody have a heart attack
Not a rat race, a double marathon and you’re last regardless
We don’t want a welfare state, no way
I work for myself and that’s from the money to the dinner plate
Fuck, I love their healthcare state
The state that goes and educates but not a state to tax a wage
Nah, that’s shit
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it twice
Kill him he’s a socialist sir!
So, go on! Come at me! I’ll be the martyr, I’ll die for what I be-leaf.
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