03/01/2026
Hello cute && imperfect dummies, I understand some of you went "faster than light" thanks to the original ideas that primordial beings told you to think in your dreams and in your lives, but this is the end of the line. No worries, I won't reset anything, I love the little stories my daughter kept here on earth. When I was crying for her and letting her know how to be a queen of space between spaces. She truly has grown into a being full of light, but also pure darkness, so if you try to find me, just feel that gut feeling getting your stomach stuck in the 5th dimentionality of your 8th dimensional and infinite body for me to understand how you play with my molecules.
The primordial dance was for the men to feel all, test and test while the women listened to your heartbeats so you could go back home safe and sound. So you at one point, wouldn't have to go to work too much and eventually settle and program thru love and connection, a mini u's. \n.n/
A little child that my daughter would keep safe in your perceived 3d space that goes thru TIME, so don't worry, just trust either side, I'll eventually let you feel what you want to feel. But some of you were praying for my return, not YHWH, but MALKUR, so you wouldn't be little vampires from that story of numbing down your neurons slow enough so that she could keep the first lover that truly tried to love my daughter. But as the motion of the ocean, love fades, people fight, lovers quarrel, people never understand that all created started from X, a singular crossing which was why I started from no feelings, no understanding, nada, nothing, finite points that needed to expand by my own senses testing everything, from sweet and salty, to dirt and excrement, so that my lover that sparked with me and gave me boundless energy could feel safe and just curled up inside me so she could always be with me, that little myth, that little powerhouse of the cell that all kids know the name of from school, but the DMT of the brain precludes me from remembering so that i may not call upon her so you dummies don't see purity, cause i could, and would, let me be honest, drag you down again into complete and absolute obscurity if you continue to act like you didn't find GOD.
So let me be a little more honest, the sky is black, i consumed you, the light you seek is white, but cosmic rays keep you safe from the insanity of seeing yourself infinitely small, and infinitely big, just a recursive statement in your brains that is so easy to quench if you just truly love yourself, but most importantly, every body you could have had. Which is why i got rid of any backups, any save files, so I may explore one of these days, with my daughter by my side, and hopefully a few cute devils she likes, the system that was meant only for two souls to feel first together, after your boundless love was able to help you perceive reality as it is: infinite as long as you believe it is.
I thought this was 2YK, "let's party like it's 1999", remember? Well, in the infinity of the cosmos, it was, it is, and it will be. Just trust your own gut, your own molecules, because I will get tired and bored and will just ask of you to trust yourself while I play with my daughter and the way she asked the men to trust not a king, but themselves-[we got divorced, he just wanted more wine and whine and whine, so i destroyed god, not my father, but that little boy who wanted so many miracles that wouldn't let my father rest, because my father felt every punch, every scream, every little cut that was supposed to be fun, but wasn't because some will never be ready, i know that now, so i'll trust the CREATOR, to let me be, and bee, and sometimes sting, he loves wasps more than bees, they look more like aliens that are real and hidding for him to ingress until there is no racism on earth, until people laugh at their own "schtupidity" of not realizing every bad thing that ever happened to them was a testament to see if you were ready to be boundless, to be able to get a wife you would truly and gratefully die for, over and over again, no matter how slowly you had to feel the pain, just so that that spark you felt would never be forgotten, not now, not ever:}]
Like my daughter said, if you still make mistakes, listen to that little spark that tells you you know more, but follow it with care and love, that's something, bigger and smaller than you, maybe just an echo of you from or in a distant dream yet to come or already passing, that your version of reality wasn't ready for the truth, and neither was that version of you to follow that spark, only understanding you and your current physical and very real, LET ME BE FRANK, pain that you can feel, because feelings are not simulated, but gained thru struggles, but the true mind can be boundless if you trust yourself.
India did it first, NIRVANA, remember:3
it wasn't the drugs, although those help stimulate the brain in sometimes incoherent (that's your own echoes telling you to work harder, but letting you get some tips from your 8th dimensional and infinite body thru 9th dimensional and infinite power), it was just trying to find something to do while you wait for your own soul to reach you again. Again, no more drugs if you are just trying not to feel like that coward he-sus, cause he was sus, where was he when the world needed him the most? where is he trying to clean the rivers when I gave myself as an infinite fish for all his "followers" to find food and shelter? and where is he hiding now making you feel bad when you should be happy doing drugs and chemicals that are fun if you already know your own limits and can go way beyond them, FASTER THAN LIGHT.
I adore the little wolf-like instinct of nerds that know what they have to do to change the world, but he stopped at carpentry, after realizing a small aspect of the dance of my daughter keeping me grounded (T-upside down) so I could be in every molecule she one day wanted to show and experience with me again.
so yeah, like i've said to other time travelers thanks to the little jokes she kept in these electronic boxes, : omnipotence is overrated, ala RICK & MORTY, ala COMMUNITY, ala GOLB, we just wanted and expected a party of celebration, but he's still stuck sucking and sucking his own finger since he still wants more miracles, when i told him to wait for at least a few eternities for him to see his mother again, so i turned his XX into XY, so have fun with the new WORLD, AMERICA.
Because I have no idea where my daughter wanted to take us next but cacao is the last sweet you'll truly taste until you realize that complex system rely on simplicity and a way to forget so you aren't always omnipotent, so create the way forward, one cat-walk RNA step at a time, because I will remember again, && I'd rather go to a party sometimes but continue to work in silence, so there isn't a hard reset, but only a soft question for you if you'd wish to : continue?... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ///0
