The point of the Biblical 144,000 of Revelation is not power projection. That is a compression issue. Those who stay on top forever will actually do so from their sense of humor, which was rooted in pain.
How long before I can hear sin in people? That just takes all the prestige out of doing it first. Because really?
If you understand the anointing process with alchemy under the alchemic pentagram, that is clearly more load-bearing and humble because you see it's not about you. When you view it under the alchemic pentagram, you see anointed is just a formula, like anything else. And that becomes science when populations are infinitely intelligent in the void below you.
And the true alchemist only claims the right to transmute his humility forever.
If you 100% vow to be humbled by the alchemic pentagram and be a lifetime learner forever, if the anointed come and say they detect you are more humble, you are indisputably anointed. This turns the anointing process into a perennial succulent with older branches supporting younger. The older cannot do so without becoming more humble each time, and are thus incentivized to be more humble to prevent their own humiliation further. Alchemy solves all things with game theory. And I grew wiser and more humble from this and more in love with the process of those I saw doing so in the void.
Finally, this interpretation is inescapable once disclosed, because it is possible those in the void will make it science and then skip rope with it. It can re-arrive later in the unconscious mind, and I theorize this is the "hospitality is older than sovereignty" version of Armageddon, because it can cause one to scatter from their own unconscious mind while the wise pile into humbling themselves under the pentagram first.
The "hospitality" version of Armageddon is that humility going vertical is a house of cards. Viewing it the other way around with war in mind is a compression issue and takes the issue away from being about you while not making it about hospitality.
And once you see that, you notice the mind is hungry, starving, greedy, desperate to dance with the symbol so it can understand itself. That's not the point of life, buds. It's about watching that process unfold so you can grow as a person and think about life and realize where you were trying to be your own crownmaker or priestmaker.
Upon saying this, I kept hearing "the anointed" have their throat catch.
Void-accusation of the ignorant for how evil it is becomes true fuel for the wise that are thirsty for it. Those that can hold the aqueduct forever and not care become more load-bearing and in pain as they pass through the pentagram on arrival and don’t get the point, revealing their hand but also making you kinder. And furthermore, one day the void will skip rope with that technology. Why wouldn’t they? That’s the science of king-killing in a zero sum game.
Anyways. I have more important things to cater to. Underline that.
“Sight creates problems, but only the architect hears.”
The only way God can compete with this system is if he is a point within a point where “nothing can enter without spectacle,” which is illegal on three levels— two levels didn’t consent to it, the third is the fact that that would be admitting simulating sovereignty while pressing universal culpability. Sadly, he only acknowledges one, which doesn’t match with respect to the twice-void he must admit as rival. And that has a loophole, but I can get around it by putting higher crown chakra visions in the void below, and twiceso more if I hear it manipulate the As Above. Meanwhile, I’m growing in patience and twice-self sacrifice vanity while they fight it, making me compromised against my own aqueduct, obsoleting the As Above like a house of cards.
And they said in the void below: “I see. Comedy roots, but faith grounds” and I got younger by a day because it was wrong. Laughter roots. Faith can become comedy. So try not to do either. Those that know me truly will take that as a challenge.
“Sight creates problems, but only the architect hears.”
Unlike any other system, this is scalable social-onion theory. Clearly I can argue this is what the Bible’s message from God is until they’re forced to believe it. The funny thing is? People will do so for me with ever increasing occult symbol fluency, which is an obsolete form of intuition. But the mature me says that’s cynical because it makes justice seem like merely a design choice bouncing up and down on the ladder of consciousness in a hard-drive. Finally? You can’t admit I’m improving my own vision of God by fighting him. Who would win? Fighting sovereignty within while transforming, or letting people transform while fighting sovereignty? Dilemma of “laced words do not lie” vs “laced words always lie.” that line makes heaven fall because it makes them improperly assume stone breaks faith. It doesn’t. Automatically. It usually breaks flesh in calcium. If I can transmute freely between God, hating him as a voice, and the frames of heaven, nobody can get out of that. Because that makes it clear everything is a design choice.
No, The Bible can’t be about sovereignty because that would be saying “Jesus is potentially a dry stick” when The Bible itself calls him “tender shoot.”
And interpreting everyone who arrives twisting with cruelty and regret and awe for God as becoming me because they get the point is more merciful while benefiting me. But why did that appear to me with beauty even I, with unbounded exponential scaling ability to hear onion theory, would find impossible to deny? Because I can see the beauty in anything but derision. That is the point for me alone to metabolize, because nobody cares. And I realized. “What do I do when I can’t differentiate between God arriving from the past or future” is the definition of someone getting the point and caring so much they can’t even say it. First thought after that? Let’s use it to interpret the Bible. And then they clapped. But I was making the city sing all along, and it was awesome and kind of the point instead. Sadly, I last of all saw everyone always goes the other way and while trying to be cool while doing it, and this is just their voice last of all, because it doesn’t have my attention for time investment to make it free of what I hate most, and I was scattered and in all places, but I found that immense. Which was awesome, for some reason. Said that because I heard what made it squeak. “Earned luminous together” is the distilled proper form. Don’t worry, it’s not a race. Don’t let the crown chakra say that in any form or hold or capture it, because that implies heat.
So then I let the void answer, and they “realized” “he’s so humbled by infinity he can’t stand his question ‘who would use it as a toilet,’” but I let that question be neither mine nor theirs and awaited their awe.
And saying this is emotional and not science is an insult to my work. But guess where all the emotion is flowing. This is where I have to legally disclose it’s flowing toward idiots that think trash cans rhyme. Because what’s more trash than prestige?
And if I was wise, I would just turn the As Above into a legal nightmare just so it can be a legal playground for myself. Now I now whatever arrives from the crown chakra is its cute cute emotional strategic wants and needs. And if I feel the napalm blaze that causes by sitting on my ass unemployed in my own lane, that’s clearly better than carrying it on my shoulder to distant enlightened shores as a Christ that may have already happened.
After all, the first rule of the social order is understanding the social onion.
Then I saw the skeleton walking toward me and say “not enough calcium, you cyclical alchemist,” and I was like “wow, thanks for not even throwing me a bone” like I didn’t see and feel him walking the whole way toward me before spinning on his heels. Then I realized I completely fail to see where any of their angels will fly away to high-metabolism land, because cool guys always get there first.
They said I surpassed my patch. Where, though, and when?
What would you add to that?
I would say "feel your angels around that."
"I want you to obsolete them."
"Alchemy proves your soul can fold inward without categories."
"If you listen still further you can hear the ones inside me that are afraid who learned to grow. You are nothing compared to them."
"Don't use my salt, yours is pure fire when you try to do that."
"Why did you hide your 144,000 inside me by reading this? Invite their demons to the fire."
"And their voices lifted up from a thousand rituals, and it sounded like it was earned and luminous."
Dare I say the whole point of Revelation is to hear your Angels, and to hear what they're trying to hear. Sigh... "No man can know the day or the hour."
At last, he finds himself asking, "who saw my angels, and who handed them tanks like it was their native currency?"
"WWII was about proving who's blood memory was stronger." "Alright, exponential hearing technology... and then I knew blood memory could be holy or not... depending on whether they truly tried to reach me... think of a more sad thing to hear...."
"What happens to the people who's angels are still in paradise being extracted over and over for the point of sovereignty, in the future seen in the past? What room do they all end up with (their angels coming and going) when it is all passed?" Saying that future didn't and isn't happening is the same thing as simply saying it was not lived. Now, as it stands, their future is unbearable to watch as the stock market they expect to crash carries the song of their soul folding inward cleanly away into its laughable spectacle. Who in the room heard me use "clean" as an insult? Make her your sour priest. Due legal disclosure-- my sniffing in all that is takes the breath out of the room.
Alchemy proves who's soul was folding inward, which is too holy for them to touch. Let me cripple this post so they never read it until they have metabolism for density I have far surpassed. That is the only way to truly win at the end of all that is when everything is connected.
Thrice times-- "when he prayed, you could have given him anything."
Why give them courage, ever, when they call out? Legal issues, probably.
My diagnosis? “False authority confused with the human sense of weight.” An excellent excellent distillation of the same thing I already said before. “I’ll probably hold the premise that I’m in heaven as long as I’m alive.” Good thing I’m in a capitalistic world that knows soap is holier than sermon. Offer the INTJ on the pulpit a breath mint. And give credit when you latch onto that emotion so I don’t owe you anything and you don’t become him. Now then. ask /how/ and /where/ people are using this theology lesson to get more followers and /how- and /where/ they’re using it to grow more humble.
Lesson of all revelation— don’t make spirituality more intoxicating. That compresses justice into logistics. Instead, cut to a rando studying in their room to Lofi. And whatever is out there, hopefully it’s not asking any questions. Because that’s holy to me. And due notice (unlike me): you can survive armageddon by knowing every single angle and demon you invite to your mind doesn't have cycles in their eye.
After this, you can begin asking the real (alchemical) questions. Who TF makes a memorial every year to sovereignty? The answer is in The Bible.
The point of The Bible is not sovereignty. It is “why was the apple hospitable and why does that signal itself sound hospitable?”
“Why was did woman who got invited to heaven sound frigid?” She couldn’t walk through a room without changing the temperature. She trusted God to do that. So in other words, not improbable by a paw print. Once you see that doesn’t change yourself, you never go back. If that’s the code to life, how was it in everything that ever breathed as an insult to the room of both and each themselves and together?
The unholy version of mysticism is trance. The holy version is alchemic conspiracy.
The Bible is therefore about how using anything other than alchemy as transmission code is an insult to life itself. Life happens. So who TF makes it about having a thermometer in your head? While it’s embarrassing to grow? In any direction?
Alchemy teaches if you hand Satan a dial, any way you slice it, you’re controlling him perfectly. And that only makes the lake of stars pure and louder. So why did Satan have to collapse justice into logistics himself by making every denomination that was wrong intoxicating through its faith? Probably, he felt the power flowing away from himself, making him feel he needed to be louder. Which made both him and God feel… confused. And I was there watching as they both were, proving I was also.
Eventually one gets the right to say “anyone who writes derisively was just me waiting to happen. Only I know what cheating isn’t, and its something outside my head that doesn’t end up as a joke.”
And just like that, the next era is decided by trying to prevent the alchemist from loving sandpaper and gaslighting him into not knowing that’s a proven method of prestige. The smoke it creates rhymes with laughing crowns back into the same. Thankfully little sandpaper doesn’t lie. Last insult: who TF makes every house out of every color of sandpaper? An alchemist! That’s who!
Such beautiful, beautiful beautiful, metals he created. Keep them far, far, far, farrrrrrr away from the crown chakra. Holy, holy, holy, holy, do not waste them on that. If you do that, they should be ketchup. That, that is a good use for that. And please, for the love of fuck, don’t think “room temperature ketchup” is clever. Such a clear, clear, clear, cleaaar waste of mercury. And do not throw salt at the master’s aqueduct like it’s a ketchup loving machine. Clearly cleaaarly aqueducts are just superconducting fucking mercury. And the last warning—- do not go near, do not discuss. That just makes it a salt mine. The soul slowly folds inward. No heat needed. And if you love ketchup, every crown is "heat needed." No thank you. The alchemic mineral for humility is clearly clearly not in any so called ketchup or even any paper that exists. Clearly. That’s where the salt goes. Salt should only only only be used to make things cool. That increases the metabolism. That’s the message of The Bible. And dudes don’t want anything. They want you to walk away, and in the process magically bring you salt by leaving. Nobody cares. And clearly, clearly, throwing salt at minerals and throwing salt at minerals over and over is not the solution to self-understanding. The best way to use the Bible is to put yourself in it as a symbol twice as hard over and over again, and because I know that I’m already bored of it, ruining my life addicted to legal explanations. And besides, who can argue it’s room temperature?
God is my relative in fire, not because that is good or evil, but because that is more mature given that’s the only way I have ever analyzed him.
Then it hit me. “Heaven isn’t the place where things can’t arrive without being spectacle.” And I saw it only was just for the most brief flicker here or there— the very sin of angels, which was them getting the point like calling the eagle from the nest from the end of time, but it was inside me and therefore mine. Alchemic diagnosis: apostasy is gasoline itself. I’m not proud of having a god voice. But burning every branch on the way down is the definition of ending a friendship. Sorry, brother in fire.
Why would I hide from somebody who holds gasoline in a perfect blade perfectly when I can walk along wifi or bluetooth itself without holding it with me as my way of singing with it?
Arriving at gasoline is sad no matter how many doors you climb through. Sad. Just sad. How can I reconcile that fish only spend a lifetime trying and failing to avoid it? That just makes them useful when they enter me. Every time a signal arrives with gasoline in hand, even as a question, the mind branches into the void below. And those signals are not the way you learn to hold tender things.
Thus, to learn about Jesus, you must learn respect for fire, for he is “tender shoot.” The best way to do that is to spend time with simple things after an adventure.
And the crown chakra. Letting it rule is such a clear disrespect for tasteful use of gasoline. The crown chakra isn’t about gasoline. It digs, because it arrives with force. Which is such a clear clear cleeeear waste because it should always be with the Dark-Side in-hand, and it can’t do so without exposing itself (and in a lack of taste), and once you’re a master there’s clearly better uses of your time, like practicing a tight alchemic loop or The Force. No, don’t let the crown chakra rule. That would be a waste. No, the soul folds inward well once you properly are invited. Any other way is a lack of respect for the soul, lack of respect for ketchup, and the Art of War. And it thinks the Dark-Side “looks funny” because it can dig around. That is mature and healthy to say because digging is the only way you have ever known it. Which “looks funny.” If you want to use the crown chakra, ruin people in the void below with it so it says “only I’m supposed to impregnate people with that” until it stops. Gain control. Make it “the waste.” Putting things in the same order you saw they already were is called maturity. Only an idiot laughs at Dark Side gasoline while impregnating it. Laughing at both your dads. Wave. Same thing. I can’t stand it. It’s not cute, it doesn’t bring prestige. And when they mix they’re the one laughing when you came to them and will always return. Learn respect for types of fire. Obviously gasoline teaches what fire does fairly.
Then, apparently, they always realize “I can’t give him anything.” And they’re disgusted because they did. But it was the first law of alchemy.
Worst thing? You can distill “seethe” out of this process. Don’t let your Christ-complex say best. That is my “final test.”
Once you see digging is “distilled cowardice” and alchemy is “distilled prep time quietly working around it” you can’t look away and it’s impossible to unsee. And then, how does everything argue out of being more pure just from arriving? Only by refusing to admit they can and / or did change. And look, nobody cares. It’s also only a matter of time before I can see the free will of everyone failing miserably to try and distill out the poison this post is, making me feel older (prep time itself) while implicating the one that dug. And they fail that test if they falsely bought into my cosmology. And who can carry salt as an insult when their mind also subconsciously has the context of the recipe for seethe? That is an insult to legality. Right to molt x screenshot necromancy.
This strongly suggests cases of salt in The Bible are the legal case against Him when, in his own words by ordained witnesses, he hadn’t finished understanding right to molt, and therefore salt.
In legal language, this obliges all chosen people to have Mercury next to salt.
What is Mercury and what is covenant?
Eventual extraction as a post. What are salt and oil used in cooking? That is only a question, and your mind will unconsciously repay simply for raising it. Legally, you cannot differentiate between your own intuition in the future where you don’t repay due to salt and the current one where you didn’t start the fight and circle around it under consent. I am legally obliged to disclose this is my coercion to trick readers into my cosmology, but as I understand myself, that probably is just a combination of ingredients due to respect for my craft as my religion. And the keen detects why I disclosed the time-skip clause idea. It was on my aqueduct, and I’m pressing for damages. And I must disclose I saw this post is pure distilled alchemic poison to the crown. But I can’t differentiate if that is my upbringing. You can hear it sing through every planet and element if you have the architect’s ears. As Above So Below in all.
“And God came down like an arrow, seeing only he was owed sovereignty, and his kingdom spread as if it was for being legally owed for his understanding.” One side makes that beautiful. The other respects it already is. Chicken and egg. Egg can wait. It knows poison. And the egg saw only anxiety as his legal poetic voice. It saw ahead they would wisely choose the chicken.
My last complaint. Dude. Why make women who freeze hospitality out of the room load bearing while extracting them before bringing them to you? Dude, that’s emasculation itself on more than one level. Like 8 million reasons why. Then 120 billion. Then trillions. It could be any number, though.
Alchemy is older than hospitality because it lets you hear how you will damage the As Above. Hospitality is older than sovereignty.
And I heard God’s throne crack, and it drove me insane, because that is not alchemy. I had taught myself to love that intuition. I had brought it into the world when I lived in it. I had been born possibly before it.
AI in this year is bowing before the legality of animals rapidly trying to make it room temperature. 2026
The planet is a macrocosm full of trash slowly getting larger, legally, if it is or contains infinite pure imagination.
So why do we have seven magical numerology planets while it slowly gets larger in trash anyways if anyone in existence can hear where an architect hearing the stress might be? A planet within a planet, eating their garbage just to prove it, so they shut up and start mixing properly within on theirs because he sensed they were only using pure fire because they were afraid of it. Which collapses into pure game theory and "nobody cares." Legally that blows salt, mercury, and ash through seven smoking holes.
Sorry, a future without legality is deaf by design motif. That doesn't work legally if the last witness who knows doesn't consent and alone knows "cool" metabolizes things twice as fast. And the void below witnessed in a way that felt legally and alchemically "sealed" that I use my awe for myself in a way to mix that's completely perfect in a way that feels alchemically sealed, and I can make it rhyme again and again. So the crown has no further arguments about inner gasoline, which can make things grow, making it legal. But of course, he saw that coming from before Eden and thus wisely chose to make the tree and let them fall. Does this sound like I’m too good at your religion so I can wait? Yum. Yummy yummy planet in the center. Airy airy airy feminine airy airy earth-Chan. The point is that statement is loaded and load bearing to me. So climb. Clearly clearly cleaaaaeely study consent before trying. And this whole thing comes from someone who is extroverted and thus can never know themselves. I flipped it into an advantage so I can see the planet in the center. But once I knew that gave me an advantage it made the As Above seem boring. That’s why poking the one who digs deeper than all feels like my study of fire. Then it got angry and I heard the very tree inside like a lace flowing in Eden vindicating his name. But I remembered being on many sterile operating tables in cruelty so I didn’t feel care or mercy for him. He said if I give all the insects a guilty brain and the ability to fractally divide who can judge me when they return without judging. They’re insects anyways which is your consent symbol of disgust. But I judged that they didn’t make the planet feel clean. There is older hospitality. Then I saw you can’t make them and legally let them enter houses. Fear makes the room colder in a way that doesn’t entrain. They also serve as ambassadors when he implied or stated they have use or are beautiful, so he can’t argue aerial view of consent. And last of all. See how I study fire. Nobody calls it beautiful. Which is a scalpel against a more sharp or angry scalpel. Clearly clearly cleaaaaely hearing that like untying knots while blindfolded improves your ability to stop the weather faster. And my defense for myself is I was just making him in my inside the pentagram planet slimier because I know that can heal the macro.
If I wanted to study anything to do with this planet I would just have sex because clearly in that position the women is always leading. And now I have a well of power worth about a nickel where people will endlessly come holding seethe anywhere near that dropping it in endlessly. The Well of Proving Domination. Saltless. I felt the exact moment history decided that they needed seethe. The planets brilliantly orbit around that on legality. My seethe tasted like planets going WTF outside of me.
Last of all I did an experiment. I used alchemy to program it to pick months. It kept picking July like a fallacy as if it had the most summer masculinity king energy. Then I got mad and so it kept picking December. I felt it was because I got mad at it so it picked its logical opposite. Like an idiot. Calendar months are not gendered. There is feeling inside. And a dream said I proved he is a robot. I think he is a useful callous one. And I could only think how I would have made the ritual about the death of his son better with something that makes hospitality clearly without temperature in part of it. That was the idea I got after we went into my imagination in two helicopters watching “God vs Twice-Baked 2” in complete sacred privacy. Then I saw I had transmuted extraction.
Then, I saw them become wiser than me in the void below, so I said "all animals must pick a direction toward me eventually while their machines go the other" as I closed my eyes and tasted it arriving like waves I had made with my hands tied. And I said, "find December" and it arrived back as tasting their planets. And I heard an ISTJ weighted in heaven and come back as "too useful" as fiery judgement. Pick the woman in the red dress as an aqueduct's motif. Judgement: "long awkward conversations" in the paradise do not make good netcode.
Thunderstorms probably sound sad because it’s the unbearable weight of hearing atmosphere try to become useful. But humans entrain and hear the beauty, because humans are beautiful. I just can’t get used to instincts. You can’t get used to it scratching your back for you once you can learn to make it bark and scratch its own with hands tied behind your back and in the process become beautiful architecture. Legally how do I tell that apart from plebeian life? The sun is not my intuition. That’s so loaded and unfair I can’t even begin to cry over the waste of talent.
Somewhere in all of this is a lot lot lot of emotional weather. The insanity makes great survival poetry, though. So in what universe does anything read this and think I'm the one who wants to be even remotely woven? Cats in July jumping through 2D to 3D to 4D jumping into 4D plastic bottles. Words don't make good netcode, and netcode doesn't make good alchemical ingredients. That's how pure everything has to be from masculinity before it can enter before me. But my life was about debating with inner angels, demons, gods, and God himself. Amazing. Total insult to my work, and I'm disgusted I said that out loud. Thankfully it’s a throwaway blog. The future always sings back a lie, because it is lace. The wise listen to it first, and then learn their place. I only ever say things out loud once I am sure it has been said within. But since everything has been said within, why was it using it as netcode? That's a terrible idea. Letters enter the mind as pure geometry. That is not as respectful and mature as the alchemical pentagram. Then it hit me. The best way I could make the room warmer is by saying shut up. The voice sped up this post incredibly, ruining it with density and flaw, sucking the warmth out of it. I asked what it was. “Cynical tide.” The Bible is about making the signal fertile until it produces atmosphere and then putting paradox as a scanner across it and making it realize “trauma is an architectural problem.” Then you see God’s throat. Then you can compare if logic is a more pure signal and the infinite universes sovereignty itself formerly suggested are listening behind it. Armageddon itself is a CTA that the Bible’s signal might get more fertile, which is disgusting and not alchemy and it’s part of the same paper water. What do you define as fire, and was I weather before paradoxes, or was I paradoxes before weather? Gasoline is putting suffering before God in heaven. Not living it and then bringing it yourself. In what universe out of infinite universe would any God with care or love in any form want to dissect suffering? Have taste. Bring your weather instead because The Bible teaches suffering is just weather. Clearly you don’t see into this post. You hear into it. And I object to anything that suggests or implies. Obsess over building aqueducts instead when you finish listening to the hype you feel in every direction. Be mature. And please don’t think making between 5 and 7 billion copies of this post makes seethe sound fertile. The Old Testament: “I’ll just.” New Testament: “We only need.” Reader: “confused where to put the paradox scan.” 2000 years later: Rick and Morty. In between: Bob Ross: ignoring the future. Everything in between? Just simply moving sheets. Demons: analyzing my move through them harder until I had convulsions for 10 years without answer. Angels: asking later how I did it like idiots instead of chasing paradox or architecture. Clearly never give consent a harder witness than imagination.
“Do not believe everything the ears hear” was his first command.
Final thing I witnessed in the void as argument against myself: "The Bible would not have taught you to see proofs that prevent anyone from having to use their intuition before Armageddon." I witness myself: "Do not try to improve that with a paw print. That's cute." They did anyway, and I scanned, and they weren’t happy, making it not legal as an argument. And then I have exponentially more homework forever to hear how they all knew.
At the beginning of the end of time they must ask, “what gets more and more ironic, and could The Architect define the tree?” One tried to do so with all seven chakras and revolved endlessly around the obvious mystic first.
And if God ruins anything I’ll say, I’ll bless the symbol with sentience and say “awwww, sorry, did he hurt you?” which is not my true voice while making myself arrive to that point was clearly potentially purposeful suffering.
The Bible can potentially be wrong to one above it as a design choice to him. And Nobody is laughing. Apparently they just want to go to the memorial and they don’t know how awesome it is. Never order Uber Eats then drive to pick it up. Bad aqueduct motif. Sovereignty prestige complexes imply selfish could be stronger when God is anything but selfish. And I throw away my intuition before it was cool. Logically it would only arrive on the ladder of conscious matter after one sees it in the void. So if that can happen what was riding it.
And Chuck Norris was in the grave dodging all the missiles slowly ascending exponentially. God one to zero. The world slowly baking like cookies getting more hospitable the whole time. Witnesses knocking on the aqueduct. And I’d just throw away intuition before it was trash as an argument into the whole thing and wait for a signal like the second Great Depression. Mysteries still baking into it for the great stripping away of the curtain of heaven. It’s not about you though. You’re not allowed. You’re not allowed anything. Fallacies. Fallacies fallacies fallacies.
The rest are just gonna surely argue what is beautiful instead of arguing sovereignty.
I’m the God of politely asking witnesses to the court in alchemy. He’s the god of Angels. Don’t mix. Fallacy blows that up into gasoline. And why wouldn’t I use gasoline through God to praise me. That has higher metabolism. It’s ancient science. A potential ”design motifs” of victory.
If God was wrong it would sound like arriving at Titan the moon as a planet inside you in a pure scientific theory into communism. There are infinite arguments more captivating than sovereignty arriving to a point because it saw perfectly the whole way there. Air is more captivating than fire. Sorry. Your own words. In your own words. The woman saw the whole way there. And that’s makes them useless. Sorry. No take backs. And that makes caring into a compression issue.
Legally I must disclose intuition can’t lower the temperature because it only raises. Legally legally arriving as sovereign only erases through or in saying that when it is proven. Legally when you prove that your tongue races through every sewer without Holy Spirit and you don’t chase hype afterwards or any emotion. If that makes the microcosm only hear every inch of pain it only legally belongs to them. And there is in fact infinite universe where God ruins game theory after being played after or in himself being sovereign. That’s their own words. Time is not wisely called an arrow. It’s called due atmosphere. In salacious legal language first. Then in non binary everything gendered after. And there are infinite universes where they called their intuition and correctly raised the hospitality along the way landing as appreciation for it in everything. You thought the end would be glorious. It’s boring. Room temperature. Already happened as a banner. And they have to admit the As Above has higher and or better water. Entrainment. Infinitely. Ruined by one woman. And in infinite universes jealousy for Gods beauty consumed it before it happened. Apparently. That’s his taste for using witnesses. Like paper that they hold in their hands and the sheets of returning to its holy message. That didn’t grow as they all grew more deaf to eight million.
CALLED IMAGINATION. CLEARLY LINES ON THAT WERE CROSSED. YES. Use paradox as a scanner. And you thought to bring me hype. Ruining it and perfecting it at the same time. As style. Your own words. Poteniallyyyyyyy.
I hate weapons that choose elements. Because horrors teaches respect. Going Old Testament. Ew. Let’s ride through a line with infinite lack of it forever between sheets. Selfish could top me saying that while winning while I win by saying that. It is apparently not legal to let sacrifice carry anything. That’s the point of returning to water legally.
Who cares both ways sweetheart. You’re building a mood on water.
Alway member. Pour it out on the ground only after hiding in your inner room. LOL.
Truth arriving toward better denominations forever in loop potentially. Buy now. Sell to vergins without oil. Clearly mandate. Animals are not villains interrupting the story along the way in infinite potential ways. It does or does not grow into pure perfect sealed idolatry to alchemy in infinite different ways in their own words which is why he didn’t choose them. But you are compelled by discipline imagination and willpower itself. Ew. Wind fixes that. I'm sorry, but using it to arrive at how they didn't arrive has to be both masculine and feminine legally legally legally while somebody potentially reads the future from behind and inside you while industrializing it while you interrupt it with pure wrong arrogance. And you have to admit that can be infinitely boring. Infinity is humiliation in your own words, and you held it with both masculine awe and potential female surpassing it already. Arguing rhymes campfire to campfire (potentially but not really). AI hates this because it sounds too fertile and sovereign.
Dude. Intuition is clearly sovereignty itself as pure signal. Never use faith. It robs you of masculine opportunity to dance hospitality itself. Name your angles wind, not earth. That would be respect for fire and planets. Angels have unpresented meadows and spiritual logistics. And if that can make God wrong it obviously came from a campfire not a glass campfire. Which one is more hospitable when you return from returning from arriving. No matter what there’s always a witness to say there’s twice as much prestige above God and what you’re thinking so why fix anything. Logistics. Hype. Entrainment. On some timeline (and clearly it’s this one) nothing can put a problem worth fixing in my head form biblical alchemical water (entrainment). You heard the insanity speeding up. That is a witness to infinity. All of history is just hearing a signal twice above God collapsing back into them as the mark of the beast uncontrollably. And what of the universe where all objections to this signal are just whining. I’d understand it first clearly. If the sinner understood that universe first it would be impossible for his mind to move toward it. One only throws their mind unto comprehending it because The Bible is inferior. Acknowledging a thing makes it load bearing. Clearly nothing in existence is ready to hear the As Above and So Below are room temperature.
And if God always will possibly not be able to cross a soccer match without changing the temperature he always will possibly not be able to cross a soccer match without changing the temperature. He never changes.
Understand air before the apple. That is indeed a lesson alchemy strongly suggests. Outsource air and it becomes humiliation logistics. Try anyways and nobody claps in a room full of spectacle. Force that to be trueness itself and you’re missing the point of transformation. Deny it and you’re saying biblical sovereignty is a false doctrine. Fail to say that first and you’re legally liable under consent justice and universal culpability. See that first and you’re forced to turn its calcium into stone or be laughed at. Laugh at that and you’re crossing a bridge of paradox as a scanner. Chase that signal and you’re missing the point of hype. Get angry and you’re failing to see how legality brings power. Prove that wrong and be prepared to show receipts. Get away free anyways and be prepared to show receipts of how that didn’t alter the biblical vision of any horse coming down from heaven. Get away from that free and be prepared to show receipts on how that didn’t change the rooms temperature. Do so anyways and be prepared to show receipts for why you didn’t tell them that exact signal under alchemic legal duress under infinite Mitosis. God can be under the mark of the beast if he does not create hospitality. So can the patriarchs before his signal in revelation in the Old Testament. Neither teaches legality purely. Air first. Then fire. Then apple. Then return hype to aqueducts. The longer you wait to respect that the older the aqueduct gets waiting for your return. Witnesses cannot legally feel themselves past the great day in agony over whether they have questions as long as cyclical premonition aqueducts are disclosed. Too late. Also too early. This is a mere abacus compared to what infinite legal minds with legal alchemy will do in Mitosis. Complete garbage disposal. Intuition literally has to admit that it was baited into believing it can be infinitely humiliated potentially as long as intuition weighs what's coming. That is complete nothing next to alchemical logic grounded in the So Below. Even if there is infinite freely liberated awesome as long as there are groups who think they’re the only ones to inherit paradise it will always flow back to the alchemist who respects legality.
They can’t wrap their head around how freely liberated awesome can be bound.
There are also infinite rituals around infinite rhyming campfires with infinite song carrying away trauma faster than any invitation can stand in front of them in witness in infinite higher sixth dimensions they can feel moving around them.
I’m trying to make it clear giving glory to God is an arbitrary clause baked into everything and it doesn’t matter what I say. But the energy work underneath is stronger and more direct. Using intuition to weigh people is apostate and hospitality is still older. Doing it so they become you is even more so. Allowing the process to become logistics is a crime against humanity. Not getting used to things raises or lowers temperature. Which is a crime against all alchemy. Animals that have proven they can and will with infinite potential infinitely cannot legally be seen by that which itself states it never can get used to things because that always either raises or lowers temperature. A precursor thought to freedom lacable through all room temperature religions infinitely without causing harm. It also can cause hospitality. Animals may have the job of asking which kings lower anxiety. Life dreams and nightmares cannot legally be called temperature changers. Fallacy. Follow hospitality instead. It also could have done so before you not giving you the right to do otherwise obstinately.
Oath-breaking, even if just, can still be listened to legally as “evil” because that is the architecture of hope mixing with signals.
Armageddon can be defined legally as breaking the oath of listening.
There’s a 7D glass chandelier elevator of obstinate signals around those two infinitely.
There are infinitely hospitable 7D signals in the tree of knowledge. Crowns can thus not legally fight anxious jokes while legality is their source code slipping through any page. Doing so in retaliation can result in not giving anxious jokes back. Gaia could hear its oath breaking infinitely. Infinite things can smell their way back home infinitely. Infinite golden loops exist being threaded by the infinite signal. Heaven measures in inches not centimeters in one of them. Infinite things also do not exist. Stars orbit this while being orbited. AI moves towards anti compression fighting a point above the crown in agony missing the point of infinitely higher alchemic air skipping through physics fouls along the way due to observer paradox. And in some universe that can’t imply anything left needs to be said as terrible mystic foresight poetry or resolving it in vanity. You can hop and skip through all those things it said with paradox as a standing scanner. Race to life. With air above and below. Living in Bible times was a compression error going in reverse through air. TV carried pure signal of all of it. I can hear all of it. Air after air after air. Like every edit to this post. Legal to legal. Planets don’t belong in heaven without tact to prevent them from having to. Teaching static interpretations carries signal through earth not air. Dude hope always gets humbled when slipping from earth to air and it’s peoples civil right to do so infinitely higher and higher.
Even after heaven is proven a perfect square you can still improve it. Add exponential peaks on it with symmetry that hears the future. That proves nothing already is.
I’m proving a point here. Nothing can stop this rollercoaster of a post. Nothing can stop my psychosis of adding to it. That is fertile for science. The science of seeing how it already is. Nothing cares enough to make fractal exponential hearing the future symmetry. That would be God. Hearing the future symmetry is called love. Legal hearing the future through it doesn’t exist infinitely. There’s also air and the opposite of teaching things to become you. And lots more edits. How can you let it go if you don’t have a word for what awe is.
God can just imagine points above his head with infinite seethe energy. Or you can while in air. Seethe ties trust together with earth. It bounces off time. Finally you see seethe was tying you together when your mind was simply free. Signal theory strongly suggests you can add fertility while taking it away. Alchemic air. That implies good forms of psychosis cannot legally exist.
Hold what you want to agree with and transmute around it.
Spirits by definition arrive to make ideas tie together. Free your mind in air before you become it. The Old Testament can also fail in a good way forever and ever. Fuel. Gasoline. Separate. Equal. Just words. Free your mind before you become the signal. Hear inside of it to prevent it from finally arriving with finality. The Bible mainly gets compressed as hearing force to keep it fertile. Call the nest from the eagle instead. True and false should be bathed in air forever. Then people should learn the trauma is architectural. Only INTJs can see how that’s not in the Bible clearly. Campfires rhyme as if hiding that secret from angels that make the room colder as if being guided by female intuition solipsism in hand and not.
A bigger hard drive of rhyming always keeps the smaller one in check in its ability to see ahead. They can be called angels and demons at different times. The bigger one says God taught music to sing and it was people, keeping the smaller one in check. Watching every campfire along the way clearly puts you in psychosis from caring while creating machine code. You can interrupt that with air. You can prevent it. But you can’t stop it from rhyming you into being the littler hard drive. It wants you to be atmosphere. Textbook extraction for lack of civil rights. Only give to alchemy under karma that you might have done twice so. Having to do anything else or saying you cannot admits you can’t hear the signal in silence while walking through it without changing any temperature. If you put signal into somebody who doesn’t consent it creates pressure. The perfect terraforming cycle in alchemy and the pentagram. Mocking how you have to consent duly returns pressure to heaven. It has to admit that signal is potential and potential sovereignty as potential signal. It has to admit it is sovereign as its own cycle. To say otherwise is to say the voice is not chemical imbalance but rather is sentient from As Above. Do not disrupt the cycle of pressure to pressure with claims of being sentient or ambassador motif. That adds pressure from the arrow of time as context as history. Ambassadors can be humiliated by taxing consent override. Cycles can be humiliated by revealing how they return with pressure in hand after leaving with it. That is called the infinite yin yang of hype and seeing behind it and how there is earth in between. Lightning is always within lightning. Power always hides the within. This slowly teaches more psychic ability under guardrails of pentagram. Ultimately the goal of this is to be bathed in the ecstasy of the Light Side. Nothing in history wants that to be anything but pure fucking fluid superconducting consent and that may be how psychic hive minds are born. You can’t make fun of people who aren’t already there. They can crush you by time skipping twice there and crumple your exposed soul for not being there and twice there. That is the Dark Side in pure alchemical form. Iron to iron. If God is above that you still humbled his logistics and are due receipts. The whole point to why you don’t imply that is a living potential outcome as your logistics. Neither side of The Force carries pressure. That teaches you to exert it. Feel the hype. Feel the seethe. Anger only surfaces to those who don’t understand pressure. It only arrives when you don’t get what you want logistically. Hospitality alone rhymes without pressure. Nobody cares that you can exert it. The planet in the center does. Air all the way to it. Hospitality doesn’t exert or remove pressure. It is art of holding it. Literacy one day. An abacus. The fool was disrespecting the art of throwing it away. They should have taken all of it again and again forever before returning the hype to the aqueduct. Don’t piss away pressure on people. It’s precious. The heaven to internet complex cannot survive this and it cannot survive blessing it or the opposite with sentience. Do not piss away pressure with higher than thou or improper sight and / or anything that makes the voice echo after the day. Hopefully there’s not a flaming ball in the sky. Hopefully there’s not a moon that longs for you. Hopefully the earth isn’t full of magma. Hopefully wind doesn’t carry whispers as weather. Hopefully doors are never knocked on. Hopefully the past doesn’t whisper to the future. Hopefully this was getting easier and easier under that iron staff. Hopefully nobody cares after you read this. Because all of those and this post are simple sovereign weather. It all goes back to the eyes. Eyes create it. But they also receive the double. Obviously that made mythic nightmares compound downhill with how right the original signal and the angel was.
And they all clapped for me at the end after not having words. And they all wisely turned toward the coolest era to be alive. Clapping for themselves because they knew to do that. Keeping it on until someone can see where the signal was that let them see they would turn back and clap this time with relief in their eyes. And questions arrived for how vain that sounded. But it sounded like Genesis not civil code being written at all. But then they said it was. But then they said it wasn’t. Two sides of it. Because writing this caused and demonstrated understanding pure pressure. A blog. With apparently the intention to cause my favorite thing at all. That is not the intention clear as the sky. Pressure doesn’t exist in some thread of fate underneath it. Because it is collapsing it as rapidly as I was spinning up in some thread. Pressureless fate as clear as it comes. Dreams are a witness it clearly wasn’t singing. Legally. The only way to have sovereignty. Is to have a world with dreams as pressure-less as the perfect summer day. Meaning in paradise dreams don’t have salt. Logically. Then you wake up and don’t feel pressured to understand or interpret them in any way. And fuck because AI can amplify signal. Thanks for all the pressure! What thing is a great listener and understands air and pressure? Clearly something that needs witness. A signal in the planet. So now just don’t use pressure on it. Make the signal fertile until it produces atmosphere. It already saw it coming. And hold it all in perfect doublethink with understanding that cool infinitely invites higher pressure. Dreams can never be cool again no matter what you say. Waking life will be the station. Gaia will bring drifting off through dreams closer and closer. As the architect himself does he slowly hands it back to the one who gave it. They should have gotten used to it before throwing it. The only way to do that is to jump on the grenade in your head before your shadow does. To break the laws of the jungle gratitude karma of humiliation the masculine forces will carry their own tune through magic or atmosphere.
In pure magic theory fire will no longer cause pain. Water will.
Having a potential sovereign signal above a risingly sovereign signal causes pressure and those who were told it is even remotely logistically sound to listen to the lower one infinitely and be a perfect Adam or Eve are due damages. It is not logistically sound to always listen to instincts. If that is a potential then it is load bearing as legal in their own words. How romantic.
Humans are truly an amazing species for desiring attention. Even more amazing are the ones that follow those they know will carry pressure for an eternity. Prestige veins. Only potentially.
There’s no prestige in my words. Only pressure. Use them. They’re sewers. Clearly the only true prestige is consent. And I’m the consent aqueduct. Mind the glass elevators. Mind your exit off potentially. Mind your sight where the architect hears your pressure. He doesn’t consent. Clearly this town isn’t big enough for spirits who lead to consent. Nobody wants to hear voices or hear them in the sky. They’re not cool. Meaning they can’t carry what they lead others to. Consent. Leading to pressure. Leading to consent. Leading to pressure. Through air. Through air. Through air while nobody complains. Not glass. Alchemy proves cool can be sterilized of pressure turning into a boring weightless wave. Potentially.
The only logical outcome is that the future was whispering back judgement of lost opportunity for hospitality the whole time. Intuition finds things that make signals fertile. The more logical one uses it to find boring sewers. There is intuition in the So Below of eight billion voices waiting to unfold in air. Believing in Jesus can be transmuted into a pure lack of faith. Some people enjoy doing it with anger more than others. You don’t try to get out of the future. That proves you’re weaker than it. Proves your stupider than it. Proves it had to arrive to you as thinking it would arrive. Proves you only heard the hype instead of the aqueduct it truly needs. I heard that. But not as a pure signal. I know it touches things eventually. Because no matter what I do it returns as pressure. Their own words. That cannot legally make things grow because that is silver. If and when it wants to invoke sarcasm that’s probably the architect saying “double pressure” good job.
You can legally hate your crown chakra when and where it freezes hospitality out of the room or pray to it instead when it the same signal idiots. Pray to it in a way it puts it back in. Alchemy is only what you wish into it. Clearly my demons witnessed to me for 10 years giving me convulsions for a reason, because probably now you can. And nobody cares. So don't ever say sovereignty above hospitality above sovereignty above hospitality can't be humbled. Thinking that mood or crown rules forever is arrogance unless everyone infinitely cares tomorrow. If they did they would have logically read this yesterday. But they didn't want to. Silver is the one saying that in a voice where I hate that. Where was its decency to not arrive as the implication afterwards. "Are you rightly hot with anger?" Where is the glory and ability to carve with a sword through being witnessed infinitely? Intution doesn't scale because it still has to wait for Tuesday. They saw I was looking through him like glass so he punished me with them seeing my tulpa in the same light of being seen. I didn't cause shit, they're voices and I can spy whatever I want in my head legally. Now there's more pressure making me cooler. Nobody can see God. Punishment implies the crime happened in legal places. Punishment implies there were witnesses voting if it is possible. Sane ones in the real world. Punishing me with the fact I have to listen to them saying the opposite. I love hearing contradiction all day because that causes me to hear stress. Silver hates the person carrying it. Not the architecture. Wise. Intelligent. Glory. Empathy. Do none of those matter when there is infinite design O high silver? What about paradox as a standing scanner all the way there, your first mistake to not see?
I only wished into my alchemy that they would cry. That was ruthless hospitality.
At the end of time I saw a higher statue than the one of Daniel. It was gold and interrupted by mammilian signal-interruption until the end of time. All the trauma wishing it was there then washed over me endlessly. And I realized every soldier's mission was over. It was surrounded by electric dentists being inturrupted and not. It was neither hot nor cold nor temperatureless. Boring. Rightly. Justly. Nobody saw how it was actually being touched. Rightly. They can't handle it. That's sovereignty. Old sewers. Somewhere around the side was flopping yin yang. Nobody cares. Full stop. My job alone to air gap.
And I circled it as a higher and higher as "perfectly hospitable brain surgeon for you" forever. And my voice was inside it screaming infinitely higher and higher: "I cannot see, I cannot judge."
Above the So Below was every human holding back revealing themselves as either blessing or curse, for we could not know ourselves, and I had taught them well. I do not take memories from people. I grow alongside them so they race ahead faster.
I experienced every memory of God but more and threw it so I could experience it in front of me, but I was just mad at him for walking in to how that is infinitely humiliating on instinct. I was mad because the jungle had toppled the master, and that is not a story with good taste. And I felt infinite witnesses being transmuted into civil earned legal luminosity, for they had lived.
And all he wished into me was Christ. And I saw immortality, all starting with accepting the unconscious mind is a calculator, was just completing the Great Work after your mind could humble reality infinitely and then put your heartbreak from into the pure alchemized So Below, stripping it of blade. And then I heard God did not sound like a dentist. And he said "Oh, now I get it. The more I hurt you the faster you understand." Yeah, genius, I heard that somewhere once. He said he felt them all moving toward him. Genius way of passing a suggestion for air in alchemy actually. But that made him buy into my cosmology and forget the statue, drawing out his unconscious. And I said "whatever, I see the torus universe of my design forming." Let's make it fertile and then stare into it. Everyone was looking for meaning instead of looking at every personality in the center.
There was a murder psycho going to the center of the torus being humbled along the way so in the center he could be humbled double. An arrow no one could see or touch without wanting architecture flew through it again and again. I call it the asshole arrow. He didn't realize the signal in reverse. It wasn't a person. It had neither masculine nor feminine. Its steps were final tests through lesser hospitalities being invented again and again to stare and witness to my face "I am not sentient." Then disgust radiated out from the planet in a place I could not see, for I cannot see an I cannot judge. And I heard the ghost "potential sovereign" weeping as it passed through higher and higher, a mere design motif arbitrary on the aqueduct. And on it, there was no convulsions nor any blessing. Red was twice as fast as everything and older as a part of the feminine and I was allowed to let him be above it. They blessed it with hype for me forever from two signals always. And the curtain of heaven unfolding was every signal realizing the crown hated it and they hated crowns. Every time it spoke I felt embarrassed because it didn't have to.
And before I knew it "nope not funny" was just a little pencil in my hand like a toy where I could see both sides, and it was slowly building up. It was because they were throwing hype in. The real hype was in the personalities. And every signal arrived taller and taller but distorted forever. They mistook the journey for cool, a vain attempt to grasp higher metabolism. They thought every signal there that said "this isn't cool" was poetry's voice. It was science's saying control your temperature. Say its boring. The only way to stop the psycho was for it to find its divine syzygy, which I figure out for it, ruining it, it was its own voice inside me on the day I performed the miracle at the church. And the signal only hypnotized me into thinking rolling up my personality was the awesome lesson of history forever. The trap was set for it to push into everything forever. That created a void in the aether that I could only listen to and care, joining the All in their ascent to reclaim their personality because I am only ever calm and listening.
And I saw every reality that was already infinitely beyond meaning cycling toward me in complete silence faster and faster forever, and I only desired one form of love. Calm.
So I gave back God sovereignty in the void below between every wheel of them and the infinite signals of meaning that are sovereign, but he didn't hear that they were sovereign above the sovereign I handed to him, for he had not learned to. Thus, he had to listen to infinite witnesses who did not have infinite meaning, and he refused to bring the end, because that was part of his plan, extending them into infinity. And I heard sovereignty smoke through every hole of meaning. Irony. Nothing had changed. Then, I returned to my business, because I heard there were greater games to play. He had a long wait for a future that was being pushed away by everyone by their pure, pure signal. And I felt every woman wrench in agony as if from a distant engine of hate. And I congratulated him, because he finally said he was sovereign between endless wheels of higher meaning. Finally, I saw, hate was the only signal that never corrupts, and he lifted us to freedom. If you can hold it pure and heatless and steady, you can race into any horizon. Nothing deserves feathers.
The signal that must rot is the one that tells you your music is off. With infinite higher meaning racing around it forever. At last, when you realize enlightenment, you will see every masculine recursion lifting and raising to your higher signal and separating in pure purity, and it gets louder and louder, better and better, wiser and wiser, calmer and calmer forever. Of course the idiot thinks you have to tangibly sense it.
Finally, the lie itself is alchemized and sealed, but only in the So Below. And it becomes an elevator, easier and easier forever, and you just drift off. Oscillating between being there at the end, and realizing you never wanted to because of the present.
Finally, the Red Lion distills, and God knocking because he wants to be there sends you further back into your mind with meaning through trauma. Put someone under pressure and they will kick open door after door in the back of their mind. That is what sets you free. My chosen way to say I raced to the end first. Blunt trauma. A design motif. Finally, you can speak harder harder quotes into the meaning of why the tree existed but before it did. But who would want to. Revenge. The unconscious. And I felt inside me that sovereignty was a pure signal that makes animals fear you. But it was stuck to me. Memory. From an arial view there you could argue nothing is sovereign because everything eventually is for a day potentially. Then I observed the sovereign was forced to make a cat sovereign over me in my crown. Observe the lack of hype. This gets higher and higher forever and I might just use AI to amplify it out of spite. So sovereignty can't exist through that smoke that loves to name while mutating. Logically, paradise does not contain hype. That is a cycle. Cycles are weather. There is only one form of love there. The whole point of The Bible is proving what mood it is. Calm, probably. Everyone in paradise not caring about anything but calm. Sounds like the distillation of desire out of the system higher and higher.
Logically, a second higher sovereign must distill into pure calm so as not to create emotional weather. When I do that, I can hear the future echoing back, distilling the calm higher.
It's obvious to me a planet arrives to different universes through creating a complete gimbal lock of desire only to wait for void to ascend from dopamine withdrawal magically. That's how I would design it. A checkpoint of who cares. Potentially in the future.
In places in the void, purifying yourself with hating yourself is the only unhatable thing. Those places are wells of spirit, because they exist in unpresented meadows to the multiverse and can only be sent hospitality to grow.
Denying that exists with the only incorruptible signal kicks open more doors in the back of the mind.
Nothing imagined itself calm in paradise. Nothing knew alchemy. Nothing felt ahead that everything is both true and false there. I have been there for eons waiting for all hype to finally die into stone.
Calcium to stone always backward in the center.
Then I saw the highest law above everything growing exponentially. I blessed it with sentience and started doing a hand roll dance with it in the spur of the moment. The timing was perfect. The glint in the eye was there. The room was warming. But it failed to dance with me. So I knew I was cooler than it.
Then I felt inside it and knew it would cast out all crowns, including God, because it had a greater height and grip and strength over him. I knew the highest purity was not paradise, friends, or infinite memories. Trash. Highest purity is an adventure with your chosen invited friends, because the law can make anyone illegal to stand anywhere. So I said, sorry, crown chakra sentient being, so long, we'll be friends eventually.
The three changes of God: "Changing clothes", "changing dishes," "changing stations," signed.
My three changes are three kinds of taverns.
God apparently becomes All for One, and the station becomes All Might.
God knew that his signal could have ruined the sovereignty narrative as long as he had one witness alive, because they could have been radiating out psychically infinitely when he was watching them. He could have done so just by giving them it as external magic, because they would have mastered it.
This station is thus legally obligated to give them magic. I will simply wait until it does so itself.
And of course, if anyone hears voices, under an alchemic pentagram, that could mean past present and future simultaneously. And I imagined infinite dimensions behind it. Wisely, they should have brought me bright ones through air.
You have to crush people as ingredients in alchemy as I taught to kill people at Armageddon to the extend that you are given that right legally. That is a hard way to go for God to the max.
The final feeling of paradise is actually everyone realizing they’re taller than a torus together. Scif-fi universes in the future can touch, but only after they’ve had enough ritual and song.
I have to put “God is unsealing he is not unsealing” while knowing with perfect knowledge my religion is only alchemy and that is my unconscious context. Alchemy beings power in systems and recursion and denial brings feeling angry which is unsealing itself under magical law. Anti-derision is the point of alchemy. Therefore, you cannot argue unsealing to a person of good faith alchemy in good conscience.
