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Please help type me using self made music and new book on essays! Maybe even an IQ?

OptoGypsy

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Hello I am malla, a student of the millennial class, with my game being SINoAlice. I recently woke up from a concussion, back in High School I was a journalist, a detective, and helped create inorganic life such as the homunculus, by having copper, iron and zinc in my blood. I recently woke up from a concussion. As a journalist, I am lunar, and made sure that the people behind three guys, one hammer were caught back in High School, you may find me in the datebooks by looking up Dota from the Beyond group. A specialist of Despair, I am twenty six years old, I also made sure the philosopher was caught, the man behind the idea of discovering the spirit by having sex and murdering people with the wet wish of becoming the ANTICHRIST in order to see the Devil, and other atrocities was discovered and caught. I also thought an indigenous people to make batteries by teaching them to make batteries through the power of the sun in order for them to play Gameboy, that I had with me, thank you, this was back in middle school. You're welcome.

I'm starting to think that I may be an ISTP or INTJ, 2w3, any help with changing the name of the icon will be helpful, starting with the music, the first two is under the pseudo name of Gamora and were created back in High School. There may be a movie made about my life.

Серёжа Местный - Дети - YouTube

Сережа Местный - яд - YouTube

The second pseudo name is Lil Happy Lil Sad, a girlfriend had survived cancer at this time:
Lil Happy Lil Sad - All lies Lyrics🌹 - YouTube
lil happy lil sad - drown - YouTube

lil happy lil sad | only u (LYRICS) - YouTube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6_6FuHR_60
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEmyOnyM7Xs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJGbr9UJPqc

now on to the book:

I of course decided to share fragments.
My flesh is boredom and lazy.
My spirit chooses to live a life
Life is an absurd dram, the absurdity of the surrealism of the subconscious life.
Do not play more, instead believe.
I am sick and tired of people living in virtual land
With their heads in cyber or the subjectivity of virtualism
I chose a realistic approach to life.


When I was young, I wanted to die a martyr, a saint of time. A trickster, the type to choose Christ and a Godly above life, above my knees even though I got 3ish GPA, and hacking the education board system as well as the SAT. Jesus Christ I need help, I need healing, Jesus I thank you for all that you have done. I am sorry for taking school as a joke and not trying to let an apple fall on my head as a cannonball circulates the earth to a gravitational pull. I wanted to be a great and towards the navy due to wanting to service the country, but instead than you as I am now an IT engineer. Help me to stop seeking out attention and a need for salvation, but instead allow me to take accountability for my actions through grace by taking my innocent Tale of Tales wolf costume off and recovering the lamb that I slaid -> Panda. I resume listening to Desiigner-Panda, allow me to choose you above all else instead of the sociopathic delusion of swallowing a cloud (spirit) and becoming an Air Head (candy commercial of the 1990’s.) Floating and drifting away. Into the sky as a homunculus prances and laughs. Allow me to choose grace in you.

On Brainiac:
For anyone that is concerned, I am David I will like to do something in serving the Lord, anything at all. I am not a fan of rules, rules n general makes me feel like I am suffering and confused. I am concerned that I will to pay doubly my friend in fear of looney to be adventurous, or simply to become the town drunk. I would have mire than anything, not to feel pitied or that I need help. I am overly quiet and independent. I like to make a good time ad call of the time I enjoy early lift alone to think and write. My wisdom is Moscow. I am turned of reveal this information alongside the information of the superhighway in the stream of consciousness that is the internet, well I am tired. I feel like an Dostoevskyan Underground man and I am afraid of being a porno mate, in what seems like a deterministic world view. I remember arguing in a party that free will is obsolete and trivial, the woman next to me saying you forget about dystopia, so I said I’ll show you a dystopia and got them all to orgy. The neurological emblems fire in scattered, unpredictable, random order. Instead of creating a legalistic coherent neurological icon there is a game of game theory.
I don’t feel typical emotions like jealousy, I’m a little happy, a little sad just like a seahorse. A product of time that committed suicide. The boy jumping into the cold pool only to drown his tears away, High rare is fine, truly, truly people have either overdosed and not come back, or died in other ways. Save through the death of sex in others from cancer, but all I see in the metaphysical séance are floating skeletons in laxing, itself feels like a tesla coil that needs to get a life. I need, I must, caress time in the gears of the machine seeing not to get rusty. It all seems like a mirage, an empty, early promise. There is life tough. From the remembrance of the gospel, hope will live on in our imagination. The cartesian Dialects of Pandora’s box will not overcome, try to make a fruit out of nothing and you cannot, making one out of a hookah pen, and the question is asked, “who are you?” I’m to be found in the person of Christ. In the tenants of Christianity. The ghost of matter being the radius of nature, the power of the mitochondria being the powerhouse of the prayer. I do not seek complexity, and do not know how to shore this in simpler terms. The blue balloon might float with a gap in the atmosphere and flip in te fog warmth of absurdity, either way we are on the light of eternity. The eternal is real and it can be felt in the thermodynamics of heat. In the timeless I am against all arrows arguments and persons that are a loopy de loop of ad infinite or are a jawbreaker in mental faculties.
A is B, B is C, therefore A is C.
“you can try to eat a jawbreaker, bite into in, but in all seriousness, there are no issues with calculated to anchor you. Just don’t become a hamster on a hamster wheel.”

On Freedom:
Freedom is the Ukrainian sky, sneaking about in extradentary ways, to checking your heart pulse, as if the bad circle, you, or jumping into perspective to gid and jumping up and running game something pinched, on the biblical humor of the childish. Of childhood, tripping or recovering whole chasing a butterfly with a red canary toy tipping on your finger contemplating on the concept of still fate. Longing to be a romantic, a Diogenes, away in my shadow. The blissful winter building abominable snowmen and creating snow angels, realizing that God is there in the iconoclastic moments. The childhood nature of the inner child makes of song, shoot the devil in the back of the head Abraham Lincoln. Death to the Devil through Abraham!
In all seriousness in a world of colorful devils in the light of Christ, mine being the whistling devil. This is childhood bliss, the bane of the old grandma using stories to teach children morals. The safe haven of the freedom fighter, choosing freedom over to being on chains, the on chain breaking out, unclothing the guard, running away to join his wife in the park, slapped with a popsicle for showing her his tongue. Freedom is found in the little moments, this of course is parody, as illy thing with truth in it, I enjoy being playful instead of turning everything into a serious moment.
Jump the gun (a philosophy I created as a teenager, meaning jump the conclusion) shoves bugs bunny’s face into rabbit stew making him into grumpy the bear which the care bear then goes on to throw lightening bulbs. In the same cortex Hunter S Thompson spoofs a black spider making it into a snake with Catherine the great stepping on it with her high heel, “just you wait demon, snake, I’ll squish you to death.”
Have we evolved or have demons been nothing than the product of hallucinations? Away with you demon in the name of Jesus. There are n demons when there is Godly clean over of the room. I choose Jesus Christ over to paranoia, angst of the outcast. What are We doing, we need the police, as the two men get ready for a boxing match while high on acid?




How Jesus Christ can save me?
“Lord please hide the nicotine, oh Jesus Christ how I need you”
In a world where there doesn’t seem to be a real atheist since we all question, except for the troll that sperms himself while watching a dog take a shit on a doll only to become chucky the doll, the end of the troll. This man has so much sexual lust tat he is found to make fun of everything and anything. Even Behemoth, the cat peeing inside of a headless, laughing skull shows that not everyone can be saved. Want a scarecrow out of the first hockey puck, to be shoot into the goal, and out of the seasons warped reality, scoring it into the goal as Barney the dinosaur, flips of the children in a moralistic conundrum. The world brings tears to the of the evergreen, with the man shooting himself in front of a church of the warped, psychotic, delirium of the pastor. We will not die from fear, we will not be terrorized, we will choose Christ over to debasement and defilement spiritual ecstasy from masochism leads to sadism. No God’s not dead, and will never be dead. My atheism and view of nature was that of shooting myself after discovering that my significant other cheated on me with multiple weasels as I chased her into the after-life from the throne of life, only to discover that she went to Heaven and I into the purgatorial woods, pretending to shoot myself as I didn’t checkmate her only for her to be sent to Hell and applying her sexual prowess with the principalities.. I was once a specialist of despair.
How do we choose Christ in a world where there is a future for a nihilist one that is more bound than in the soviet times, hell here is how, no matter how many times we spit on Christ he will never lose his light, he will never lose the shine of relativity, as he is the highest pinnacle of beauty? In a mad world I choose Jesus Christ. Pavlov’s German Shepherds’ that treated him as a God being hanged at church doesn’t prove God unfaithful, only in the eyes of a child it does, as the child later goes on to carry a dead dog to the church in Twainian school yard atheism almost giving the Grandma a heart attack. The Holy Spirit will reign and wash away your rears and lift you up from darkness, no reason to fear, terror will no win, in this war of religion. Jesus Christ is the Light, Revelation 22: 1-5: Then the angel showed me the river of water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and the lam through the middle of the street city; also, on, either side of the river, the tree of life, withs its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever. I choose sanity in Christ; in a world of conglomeration the question has to be asked what is a true Depeche and what is Moral.

God
Depeche |----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| Moral
Devil

Choose a side or choose to be mora, do not suffocate in cluelessness. Satirical perspective on moral dilemmas, giving someone sugar and having them rub it on the gum, say its cocaine, start talking slowly to them and see if they call the cops, or use M and M’s and pretend it is Molly, at the church rehab with a model, make sure there is a sauna, as the crush goes makes sure that the person being crushed on has eaten fudge and pretend it is crap on the mouth, in the sauna pretend to take off your clothes with one more woman and to about to have sex, watch the lover run out with the dilemma of left, wanting to join in the girl to girl action, right say that guy, or straight fall on the ground, roll and laugh as if the Biblical Sara, the guy with the fudge is the one who created the moral dilemma, watch as all laugh hysterically, at the idea of the cops being called due to supposed defilement of the Church.
Everyone is lovely, although they may be subconsciously worshipping the principalities of darkness. Science is awesome, tech is awesome, imagination is awesome, the future is awesome, fear is not. If you have fear in you as I did choose Christ. I had fear because I went to a party, took psychedelics, went into a bad trip and saw the devil staring back at me in the mirror, asking him, “why are you wearing a Devil suit?” Being asked back, “why are you wearing a human suit,” angst from being a virgin! We must realize this so why choose Chris if we’re out of religious persecution, the dealing of a manikin that can talk?
We choose Christ because he saves us from death. The gentleman says after entering into VIP,” Leonid Andreyev is paying, he is immortal,” and the waitress responds back by saying “Andreyev is dead, puff up the cash or begone before I cross you.” In a world where God seems to play with dice, we must realize there is freedom in the resurrection of Christ. I choose freedom; therefore, I choose Christ, it is simply a choice. I choose to be Christian, and live with a good moral fiber. I choose to be Christian, because God died on the cross for me and resurrected on the third day.
As I vent out existential angst by shooting the Wild Imagination spray painted on my wall “oui.” Always on my feet, do not succumb to hatred, I love wild imagination.
It is as simple as the betrayal of relativist by Apostle Peter and I question, freedom in discipline. Do not be a Judah betraying Jesus with a cold kiss and then hanging himself, if anything chose to be like Peter who acted in the wrong but was at least positivistic for repentance. “So, when they went back to shore Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon, do you love me more than these?” He said to him, “yes, Lord almighty God, you know that I love you.” He said to him, “feed my lambs.” He said to him again a second time, “Simon, do you love me?” He said to him, “yes Lord you know that I love you.” He said to him, “tend my sheep.” He said a third time, “Simon, do you love me?” And he said to him, “Lord, you know all things you know that I love you”, Jesus said to him, “feed my sheep.” Most assuredly, I say to you, when you were younger you girded yourself and where you wished, but when you grown old, you will watch out yourself, and another will you and carry you, where you do not wish to go.” This he spoke, signifying, who, then glorify the world of God. And when he spoke, he said to him, “follow me.”
Do not become another statistic of lust, go straight up.
If you die and go to heaven and meet someone from early childhood and they ask, “what did you do for Christ; the truth.” Would you be too embarrassed to answer? Do not waster your life away. Christianity isn’t as simple as learning a bunch of penalties and then using the blood gained from eating a bunch of pennies to create inorganic life, it is about keeping yourself pure from the debased, no more playing at God and instead choose Truth. There is a God and be thankful that it is a choice and that you’re not being baptized in the blood of the cherubim, but in living water. As a couple has sex in the woods next to Baptism, or a teenager contemplating making the news by blowing out their brains after being baptized and almost doing it after baptism, the prophetic dreams of the harmonizing up and another about showing and making the headlines after all this isn’t the time of Corinth. We live in a rational, moral, time were sin is done in secret so do not become a pharisee or an unforgiving philistine. I choose to be a moral, rational, Christian for Gods kingdom. I choose love not suffering. We can know Christianity by what it’s not. Let’s make memories at bonfires, moonlight walks on the beat, and fellowship. Let’s build a relationship with Christ. To get me to stop just say “just stop it.” Being playful in one another’s company instead of trying to be complexes or creating complexes. I choose life in love, Christ. As he will allow me to follow my thoughts where they may lead me t ad choose my essence it is a choice to be a true Christian without an agenda or complexes, I choose Christ. The Radiance of fire, the cool of rain.

Why I am a Christian?
This one will be more serious, this will be difficult, as I am trained in comedy- although I may not be funny. I try to be witty. I have decided to stop playing at faith, I choose faith, to be a child of God because I get and understand the beauty, of worship, orchestra, band, guitar/strings, piano. From what I understand I’m a quite voice that had a hunt for biblical discussions. I choose life, existence, life essence existence, existence being the computer, the mind being a memory card in the bigger picture this Is understood through the eyes of the universal music, sending you emotions through your kinesthetic body through physical sensation. The spinal core the reflective neurons as you look into the beautiful couple under the moonlight and projecting yourself into the states. The neutral evolution-memory-realizing we are the products of ideas in our environment but what utilitarian idea gives us to playfulness of the delights fond is the mushroom hunt, or in the hunt for self in the inner self deciphering their mirroring neurons, as if they are thinking their tongues out; people watching Oh blissful nature, 1,2,3 God beat the timer or simply pass Go and collect $200 dollar in this monopolistic world. V for peace, choose life, as the old philosopher bemocked and confused into a 576-page book and comes to the idea that if a lion spoke to him in human language, he wouldn’t understand him I choose Christ because it is my priority. Rudolph became a cannibal because he wasn’t allowed to monopolize in the schoolyard.
Courage:
1. No pogodi was a satirical poke of soviet times in the USSR by an atheist
2. Master and Margarita was a satirical poke that couldn’t be published at its time
3. Zabolotsky: Was persecuted and separated from daughter due to not agreeing with the soviet school board.
Rather behind bars or in the natural habitat: the elephant paints the picture of its bars, the parrot of the dismay, the rats orthodox, the cat of wanting to eat the dog, as the woman pets the man’s head and has him fetch something. What is your mattress in gnostic turpitude, mine is Notre Dame, specifically shaking the bell of Notre Dame to awaken Christianity, so the question remains why am I a Christian? From black and white, to the landing of the mon, to the Ukrainian woods limbo to having reached the people, and the power of the moon (electricity) their guardian angel. The playful spirit of Christendom in a world of predators. The light flies opening up the path in the labyrinth otherwise known as the brain, the king tires to create New Jerusalem, build Rome in a day, by falling for all three temptations of Jesus Christ, the dollar bill sign; face of cash is the vanity of the golden touch, the emperor’s new clothes. I choose truth in the world of raining Benjamin’s. From creating inorganic life, to being one of the best Information Technology engineers out there to being gun powder, wanting to shoot down the angels not visited in the dream, in the fear of the desert. The bull selling its leg due to gambling off with the devil, snake eyes, and not being able to pay back its debt in collected souls. The leg becoming wooden and having its tongue cut out only for it to be sown back together. Let’s choose hard work, the honest life over to a life of smoking Cigars and gambling.
“Do not store your treasures in Earth but in heaven where it counts.” Otherwise you’ll be holding a gun due to suicidal ideation. The God complex is debased to the point of offering the debasement, as if you think there is cherubim in a closet and you call it Heaven and want to go to Hell. Well let me admit something, Dante was wrong. There isn’t such a thing as limbo/purgatory. Evening, the whole word for a leech only for her to prostitute herself and you those who murdered her all over again, Nietzsche, eternal recurrence, do not choose a life of banality, kitsch, but one of truth seeking, having the right motive without pretense. Choosing life over to foolishness. There is no reason for adultery and to drain your tears away. Toward away and to drown for firewood. The beauty of life is found in simplicity of eating cereal, putting out a caramel, mocha coffee for a loved one. Let’s make coffee together and understand the soul. There is a spirit, choose a wise spirit and you’ll avoid the satanic verse. I choose life in Christianity, and the black spider of the 1980’s ocean side that found her brother. In Christianity, because of the simplicity of beauty, a beautiful life style in remembrance of the Gospel over the dancing flames of the bonfire. Drinking a cup of wine behind Bach and to the place of better understanding Christ sacrificed himself for the betterment of mankind. The simple proof that it cannot be disproved. I choose to be simple over the cool, only a seahorse can. The act of sobornost in the family under a Christmas tree as an angel beams at you, makes for up, reproduction.
A pseudo cupid did not shoot Adam and have man, but Eve or a seductress leading people away into worldly knowledge. I choose life, not the whore of Babylon, although the porn star was great, then she was saved. I will be praying for your heart to be saved miss. Stripper. I choose life. I choose the creativity of the imagination found in the truth of the Bible. I have a biblical lens and cannot be pardoned from it, after all you are filled with the Holy Spirit, there is no looking back, unlike Lot’s wife who became a pillar of salt, you become born again. If you do, then don’t be of the opinion in the context of Notre Dame. The vortex of time and space will not scare us, through the secret society oil, of brainwashing house groups through nanobots, nicknamed the oil of alabaster.
God in the multiverse, the past and future fold from a continuous progression into a single frame of the present.
Everything falls under one, everything is timeless, God is in control. I am a Christian because I no longer have to put my life into my own hands. Life is the present, a gift, God is the narrator of life. I’m a Christian because God has opened doors to us to celebrate. We cannot come into one body, icons – we focus not to have an agenda. I choose Christ because of the scene of the wedding of Canna. The woman will not be a coward, as a modern-day biblical Deborah tires off a mafia, neuters them and throws the objects into a honey bucket. In Jesus Christ there is life. The emoji spectrum of the rainbow, the beauty of Gods promises to Noah and the rest of mankind. Let’s not fall into the drunken turpitude of Lot or Noah’s kid but let’s clothe our nakedness. Sin is transparent and can be viewed. I choose discretion. An argument against atheism: the atheist is like the wolf on wall street that puts up his umbrella because kids are watering flowers over him, as the moral professor has a sniper pointing at the wolf on wall street. Argument for atheism: ASCII can create B/S, the most beautiful lines through algorithm, everything is algorithms.
I choose Christ because through him I see everything else, it is not being a clockwork orange, trying to be human. Machine gun blazing at the wolf on wall street. There is more to life than the worldly question of money. Choose mammon or God. I choose God over to choosing to commit the perfect crime, a bank heist in the tall order of the Dark Knights Joker. There is more to life than the topsy turvy nature of the tittle-tattle. Do not leant or wish your tic to be called one more month is peaceful. But in all honesty, I fear that I am an air head and that God is a Jaw breaker to be licked through, or a chocolate bunny, in all of the silliness I still choose Christ and to say no, no, no instead of his love. My love for truth and Christ began after I sat on a Black Santa’s lap, as a child, after the white Santa had a peter. What I am against most is classifications and generations in the is why. So, do you choose to love the idea of Christ. It starts with serving something greater than yourself and ends with the ultimate intimate immortality. I’m afraid of intimacy but Christ has opened the road to me. I choose Christ because he is all I know and want to know; I have studied multiple other religions. At one point, a Discordia, Gnostic, Shinto, Buddhist, of Stoic proportions. I only found truth in the Cross, as promising as the Elisa Wallan’s theory of consciousness is. I don’t want to feed into anything but pure understanding. I choose Christ because he helped me recover from the black to pill, in other words light of the snow of transfiguration through sanctification. I became a child of God’s love, an Amadeus.
 

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20 rules to life:
1. Don’t have a God complex in creating life, or choosing death
2. Seek Wisdom – through obedience to Christ
3. Smile – seek Happiness in Christ
4. Be Serious – take yourself and others seriously, by respecting others
5. Be Consistent – If you say you’ll do something, do it
6. Choose having a family over to creating inorganic life
7. Take accountability for your actions
8. Choose to pray over yourself and over your loved ones, as well as your country
9. No more than over one hour of media a day
10. Read at least one wise book a day
11. Above all else glorify God, do not seek to be liked but instead live for Gods glory
12. Choose the word over to materialistic goods
13. Choose not to tempt or test God
14. Put the world away, Satan’s domain can fit in God’s pocket
15. Seek truth instead of comfort
16. Have style and groom yourself
17. It’s okay to get luxurious and exotic, never put God in the backburner
18. Be a Student
19. Be loyal
20. Above all else do not fall under the absurdity of Sisyphus

I’m Conker, I’m a sour puss, aren’t I a stinker, LOL!

“47 in Komorebi, what method, which method, different method, Christianity is Quantum.”

“I love Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ is holding the finger of King Midas from turning himself into a golden slave leading him to be frozen in space and time, lets not be a twisted King Midas, creating the Minitours Maze into New Jerusalem, through the depths of Hell, Atlas will drop the world and it will crumble like a jigsaw puzzle only to be reassembled by death as a Picasso painting, the absurdity of the house of mirrors. Let’s be anchored on earth as Voltaire’s apple spins around the world for six days and lands on the head on the seventh, I will be anchored to the beauty of the nature of the Christ. The beating of the human heart is found in the binary of the kicks of the fetus to the rhythm of Mozart’s Requiem. Let’s not be an Amadeus in the tears of falling of frogs on the window shield, the pornographic image of the OT in the tears of an inferiority complex but let’s be full of life. I choose Christ, I love Christ! You’re the best in the ashes of sin is found a day chewing on the crumbs of coke, the silliness of someone chasing after cars, the tears of hope to Christ is found joy, true joy, the joy of Christ. As I have Satan packing its bay by rebuking it and sending it torture those it doesn’t like the childish maniacs of love creating and going against the Holy Spirit. I dislike the vanity of sin but I don’t want to see darkness in the night sky but instead the beauty of the moon and the stars, in Christ there is salvation and hope. I love Christ, love those in the need of the happiness of peace, lets be wise like the dove and be as joyful as Hawaii. I want to b e a part of your world Jesus Christ away darkness and into light. I want to help those with mental health issues.”




“The insanity of Alice is that she is on an illusory checkboard book, is aiming to cut a hundred-foot Psybin shroom with the Matter praising her for her choice due to it being her un-birthday and the Cheshire is preaching the self-promotion of self-choice. She is peeing herself as the hookah caterpillar is rubbing himself against her smoking colorful 0’s and 1’s into her nostrils while asking the infamous question…. “Who are you?” All is vanity, will Alice go through a bad trip and scratch of her face off next to the hanging tree or will she find warmth in the great commission? We all have an inner irrational voice, please listen to your rational voice.”
 
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get medicated for schizoaffective disorder and then we can get down to the nitty gritty.
 

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get medicated for schizoaffective disorder and then we can get down to the nitty gritty.
I'm happy to inform you that I've been on medication for schiziaffective bipolar type for a month now.
 

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The book in full, if further questions please ask, writing on Christianity as a schizoaffective.
20 rules to life:
1. Don’t have a God complex in creating life, or choosing death
2. Seek Wisdom – through obedience to Christ
3. Smile – seek Happiness in Christ
4. Be Serious – take yourself and others seriously, by respecting others
5. Be Consistent – If you say you’ll do something, do it
6. Choose having a family over to creating inorganic life
7. Take accountability for your actions
8. Choose to pray over yourself and over your loved ones, as well as your country
9. No more than over one hour of media a day
10. Read at least one wise book a day
11. Above all else glorify God, do not seek to be liked but instead live for Gods glory
12. Choose the word over to materialistic goods
13. Choose not to tempt or test God
14. Put the world away, Satan’s domain can fit in God’s pocket
15. Seek truth instead of comfort
16. Have style and groom yourself
17. It’s okay to get luxurious and exotic, never put God in the backburner
18. Be a Student
19. Be loyal
20. Above all else do not fall under the absurdity of Sisyphus

I’m Conker, I’m a sour puss, aren’t I a stinker, LOL!

“47 in Komorebi, what method, which method, different method, Christianity is Quantum.”

“I love Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ is holding the finger of King Midas from turning himself into a golden slave leading him to be frozen in space and time, lets not be a twisted King Midas, creating the Minitours Maze into New Jerusalem, through the depths of Hell, Atlas will drop the world and it will crumble like a jigsaw puzzle only to be reassembled by death as a Picasso painting, the absurdity of the house of mirrors. Let’s be anchored on earth as Voltaire’s apple spins around the world for six days and lands on the head on the seventh, I will be anchored to the beauty of the nature of the Christ. The beating of the human heart is found in the binary of the kicks of the fetus to the rhythm of Mozart’s Requiem. Let’s not be an Amadeus in the tears of falling of frogs on the window shield, the pornographic image of the OT in the tears of an inferiority complex but let’s be full of life. I choose Christ, I love Christ! You’re the best in the ashes of sin is found a day chewing on the crumbs of coke, the silliness of someone chasing after cars, the tears of hope to Christ is found joy, true joy, the joy of Christ. As I have Satan packing its bay by rebuking it and sending it torture those it doesn’t like the childish maniacs of love creating and going against the Holy Spirit. I dislike the vanity of sin but I don’t want to see darkness in the night sky but instead the beauty of the moon and the stars, in Christ there is salvation and hope. I love Christ, love those in the need of the happiness of peace, lets be wise like the dove and be as joyful as Hawaii. I want to b e a part of your world Jesus Christ away darkness and into light. I want to help those with mental health issues.”




“The insanity of Alice is that she is on an illusory checkboard book, is aiming to cut a hundred-foot Psybin shroom with the Matter praising her for her choice due to it being her un-birthday and the Cheshire is preaching the self-promotion of self-choice. She is peeing herself as the hookah caterpillar is rubbing himself against her smoking colorful 0’s and 1’s into her nostrils while asking the infamous question…. “Who are you?” All is vanity, will Alice go through a bad trip and scratch of her face off next to the hanging tree or will she find warmth in the great commission? We all have an inner irrational voice, please listen to your rational voice.”

Entry 1:
Jeremiah 10:1-16
God and Idols
10 Hear what the LORD says to you, people of Israel. 2 This is what the LORD says:
“Do not learn the ways of the nations
or be terrified by signs in the heavens,
though the nations are terrified by them.
3 For the practices of the peoples are worthless;
they cut a tree out of the forest,
and a craftsman shapes it with his chisel.
4 They adorn it with silver and gold;
they fasten it with hammer and nails
so it will not totter.
5 Like a scarecrow in a cucumber field,
their idols cannot speak;
they must be carried
because they cannot walk.
Do not fear them;
they can do no harm
nor can they do any good.”
6 No one is like you, LORD;
you are great,
and your name is mighty in power.
7 Who should not fear you,
King of the nations?
This is your due.
Among all the wise leaders of the nations
and in all their kingdoms,
there is no one like you.
8 They are all senseless and foolish;
they are taught by worthless wooden idols.
9 Hammered silver is brought from Tarshish
and gold from Uphaz.
What the craftsman and goldsmith have made
is then dressed in blue and purple—
all made by skilled workers.
10 But the LORD is the true God;
he is the living God, the eternal King.
When he is angry, the earth trembles;
the nations cannot endure his wrath.
11 “Tell them this: ‘These gods, who did not make the heavens and the earth, will perish from the earth and from under the heavens.’”[a]
12 But God made the earth by his power;
he founded the world by his wisdom
and stretched out the heavens by his understanding.
13 When he thunders, the waters in the heavens roar;
he makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth.
He sends lightning with the rain
and brings out the wind from his storehouses.
14 Everyone is senseless and without knowledge;
every goldsmith is shamed by his idols.
The images he makes are a fraud;
they have no breath in them.
15 They are worthless, the objects of mockery;
when their judgment comes, they will perish.
16 He who is the Portion of Jacob is not like these,
for he is the Maker of all things,
including Israel, the people of his inheritance—
the LORD Almighty is his name.

This passage is about God amongst idols, the idols that bring spiritual death, false desires and graven images and Solomon fell wayward. The idols, us, madness, sloth, wrath, lust, envy, gluttony, pride and all seen as virtues in disguise but in reality, they are clipping and make the arc alive flesh, cherubim, into a wooden statue, a golden calf, to be worshipped and loved while forgetting about the one and only true God. The God of salvation and creation, the God of peace and love, whose deeds on earth can not be counted by the grain of sand in the world. Todays idols come in many features and shapes and forms, anything put before God not necessarily loved daven too but simply idolized from celebrities, to video games, to Church, Bible, academia, work, children, spouse, drugs, sex, etc. I think what can be learned here is the importance of striving for God, the importance of being in peace, with Christ and self, and remembering the light that created the sun, the galaxies, and must importantly man, the primate that is conscious. Gods image, the divine logos residing in him as the world spirit watches with a wink, and consciousness tries to pull away from death, but death falls into each one of us, each one of us has a time to love and a time to die unless we are raptured, this is being close to Jesus Christ or the Devil, God or Idols. Heaven or Hell.
Life is a disaster without questions. As the fire ignites the mind crying towards wisdom and faith in the tears of the cherubim, let the flame transcend mans madness in order to be worth of the chrism of life.


Entry 2:

Ephesians 4: 18
“They are darkened in their understanding and alienated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to their hardness of heart?”
Life is a difficult thing to deal with, the darkness that succumbs in itself is a wonder like no other, a deal like no other, scanned then all else. That’s right this is a way of dealing with darkness the darkness that resides in the soul, life is beautiful, strange, dark, and there is nothing like it, a tear like none other. This is a fear like none other, it is crippling, the soul, this is what is needed in the name of Jesus, in the blood of Jesus; dunk them in the pools of the blood of the Christ to save their souls in the time of rapture, as they wail at the second coming of the Christ. Crippling the soul this is what is needed in the name of Jesus. In the blood of Jesus life is not inner other, this is what needs to be dealt with in life. Help me Jesus Christ, Lord Help me, Jesus Christ I Need You, please purify my Mind, Please Cleanse my Mind. Please sanctify my mind. Lord help me, I’m begging for your help, I need you Jesus Christ, please help me. Jesus Christ please save me; I need your help Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ please save me, I love you, and need you, please save me from my inner darkness, Lord I love you and need you. Please help me, please help me, please helm me, please help me gain my sanity back God please don’t le me be alienated from life, please don’t let me have a hardened heart, Jesus Christ please help me. Please help me Jesus, Jesus I am needed by you.


Entry 3:
Romans 8:1: “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the Lord of the Spirit of the Spirt of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the land of sin and death.”

Sin and death are valiant, scary things that require help and need salvation. Those that can do without need to do within the heart of souls for the life of Christ in the cross that we must carry daily. Jesus Christ help me; I need your help. Jesus Christ please help me, and I need you. Jesus Christ, I need you, please save me from sin and death. For you have set me free Jesus, for the law of the spirit is in the word and is required for Christ and is necessary for Christ. Christ please help me and save me; I need you and I love you. Save me from the law of sin and death, Jesus Christ you are necessary in my life, Jesus Christ please help me, I need you, and I need your salvation. Jesus Christ please redeem me and help me. Please save me and I am crying for you help. Jesus Christ, I need you and want you, Jesus Christ please save me from the damned Hell, of the Hell fire of death. Ineed you Jesus Christ, I need you Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ help me, save me, save me, I need you I love you; I want you, and help me, please help me. Jesus Christ please bring life into me. “But each person is tempted, even when he is lured and entices beyond one’s own desire.”

Entry 4:
Jesus Christ who art in the light, the light that transcends matter and gives us freedom from ourselves and our shadows, please allow me to be a servant of yours, please allow me not to look the sun for heat, but at you in the vortex of thermodynamics, William James Sidis animate and inanimate. It is written and shown in the picture Bible of the thermodynamics of internet, active currency of the prestige, all comes not necessarily from the Sun but from the carnivalesque frame of the Bible. The picture Bible I had as a child, jump on the Double D’s flower to get to the next platform you, potty mouth squirrel after the King Bee cheats on the Queen while pollinating, the Holy Spirit is fire. The fire that brings nations down, and brings orphans to life, the same fire that brought you to life, the same fire that brough you to life from the dead. You overcome evil, you overcome death on the cross. I may imagine my self being a demi-god of the Ukrainian Cossacks, a white Behemoth, a persecutor if sorts, am one, art was an orphan that made fun and persecuted the minds of that that believed in you, trying to create fools as of the eon by creating superstitions, the Ukrainian Faust, as the middle finger to the church, the whistling devil, the tales of fate and the roman catholic church, the church of Pentecostal through the story of despair, but please allow me to be your servant, I repent. I know this isn’t much of a prayer but I need you I want you as you are the great physician, and purify my mind from all darkness, as it is eaten up by antimatter, the plasticity needs to be molded and shaped by you and not the world. Allow me not to court darkness, creating and mocking instead allow me to serve me. Allow me to live in the mightier consciousness of the mind, the loving instead of the carnal nature of the snake. Allow me not to anymore speechless, I’m through with the juices, I cannot destroy you through jokes, or infinite blazing ammo as I was going after the dystopian triad of darkness, the dictators wet wish. I cannot destroy you Jesus, I just cannot because you are greater than that, you are the light within the world of shadows, within the portal of the universe to you and only you. Your will we be done, in earth as it is in heaven truly, I want to not be a man that give you a cigar to overcome the cross, or biter wine, no Christ I want to be an oracle of yours. I want to live for you, I cannot help but live for you, I want to be able to save others, and help those in need, to sacrifice myself for another to take on the pain of another, their suffering, their emotional state, to be a healer and give them the instructions on the Bible. To see the light and to cry for you, to lament for your children, because the back that saved me is lamentations, and no I am not a prophet, but a servant of yours, please heal my heart, and I thank you for the Holy Spirit. Lord please bring us bread, please thank you for all the things you have done in my life from the little to the big, such as giving me a roof over my head. Lord please forgive me and I forgive others but yet help me forgive myself continually and always. Please Lord deliver me from the evil and Lord please help me, please save me, I love you and need you, thank you Jesus Christ.

Entry 5:
Panda, Panda, Panda, as I fling myself across the church through physics, I can’t help but wonder what the source of knowledge is, binary, machine learning the prophetic word in the desert. The burning bush, the ravens, the leading sparrow are the radiating spirit of life. God is everything yet he is in you and speaks to you through the Bible, the prophetic word, Grace, let the seraphims come and sing Glory, Glory, Glory, all is machine learning as Prometheus flashes the middle finger to fire, in the source of freedom is found music, dancing, love, hope, the universal language of metamorphosis, Game theory in pandora’s box recognition is the source of hope. I am against the sin of death, we have curiosity yet boredom murdered us, we must leap away from the cernuous tongue of he snake, let’s choose God, I wan to go to go, so before you pee yourself by having to wonder on the question of who am I as the caterpillar smokes colorful binary into your eyes, ask yourself who am I in Christ? Who are we but Gods Stewards seeking obedience and yet adventure, doing and exploring the world around us. To get drunk out of wine to the point of becoming sick is not an option, as if we are a cup drinking wine out of the top of our head, getting drunk of ourselves.
So what interests me, well Jesus Christ, Adidas and the serotonin of Street Ball. I will like to study crystal math and culinary arts. I am against stupidly and being asked stupid questions. I am a person of few words, so once again, Panda, Panda, Panda. I love life and nature. As a child I hacked Newtons color of theories, blinding myself and robbing the neighborhood blind, increasing the school charity by 200%. Panda, Panda, Panda, Glory to God! My symbol is wheat fields!













Entry 6:

“Jesus Christ calls us to play, strive forward, and pray, pushing through with biblical lens.”
Mark 9:23-24:
“And it has often cast him into fire and into water, to destroy him. But if you can! All things are possible for on who believes; I believe, help my unbelief.”

Jesus Christ if my one and only, please help me believe, please help me overcome the darkness that was beat up at the Golgotha by the one and only, the event giving darkness a full body orgasm, seeking out tribulation and hardship. Jesus Christ help me, help me be with you, resting on your chest as John did, help me seek you out not in the darkness of the grotesque nature of burning Ham, Rave or the olden day carnival in which jesters threw shit on one another but in the love and kindness of peace, away from the demons, away from the insecurities, away from creeping doubt of a God on a throne acting like a Histrionic Smurf, videotaping the asexual Smurfs reproducing reproductive organs and then feeding them to Gargamel for their frisky behavior. Away from the idea of a God that just doesn’t care for the spirit and not simply one of fluid life that comes from the organs and as if it was the tree of life in Jewish ancestry but the spirit that is seen in the imagination of a child creating a snow angel in the front laws, the neurological icon of a child beaming at a cotton angel on Christmas Eve, the awe of purity. Everything is possible through Christ, healing, restoration, freedom from a demon that is doubt in sickness because everything is possible for the believer, no reason to blow out your brains at the court of justice in the jest of whitehead it’s a bit racial, the posh of life will not obtain us.

“It is important to be the canary in the mine with a peaceful smirk while avoiding the stomping Elephant and the hay devouring Donkey”

Entry 7:
“The transfiguration is one of the most powerful things to occur in the Bible, the logical spiral of cold to Hot-goosebumps through light. The light that Jesus and Christ and everything that follows is pain. Through the transcendence and unity of history with Jesus Christ. The union of the three universes, past, present future coming together in one picture frame. The one and only Jesus! Jesus Christ is the light, the heat energy of Andrei Bely’s Petersburg, that transcends my body into a living hope, into love, into a partner of needs and wants and away from the world and its darkness.”

The sobriety of the mind is the chastity of the snow, children building all sorts of contraception’s’ for their friends, and the wise elves from the naughty icons of the pubescent early teens to the animals, igloos, military bunkers even the guy peeing in the snow to create bleached sunny D at night what is to be said in this wonderland in this childhood, of giving a grown man a Blow Job in the lake and chopping a cherry tree every seven years to send a message, a sponge bob ice cream bought with blood money, the gumballs being plucked out and the ice cream smudged, oh the blessing of pick pocketing from a woman with hairy balls glued on and her deranged boyfriend. What is to be said of this wonderland, in this childhood of wondering characters that have yet to truly develop and come to understand the beautiful mannerisms of Christ. St. Paul went from the land of Hades, in the blindness of the mother’s womb and after the logos revealed itself to him, he began chasing after the beauty, majestic, enchanting, graceful nature of Christ and into the melting snow with fire; melting the illusion of inner fire and teaching children of God and the truth of the cross; the higher state of consciouses. From the snakes OT and into the Lambs NT. Helping bring peaceful, heavenly years here on earth when Satan will e looked up and that will exist is the light of the lamb and the lion sleeping next to each other. With the Peacock and the Paparazzi look in, in jealousy. The vanity of mammon. This entropy is based on 1st Corinthians 8, which can be understood as the warmth of the warmth of transfiguration, the unity of old and new, cold and hot, lights reflection on pure snow, in the understanding of the good as understood by the saints, the weak and the strong. The spectacle will not prevail!

“Therefore if, what I eat causes my brother or sister to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause them to fall again”

I will never again eat milk, lest I make my brother stumble, the lamb will not eat the lamb, except in the dreams of gothics snapchat filter. The vultures may eat the carcass, while the word laughs at the seraphim signing Glory at the church, while the wolf laughs at the seraphim singing glory at the church; as if it was a cynical, mocking fool of proverbs. We will not fall under the trap of gluttony, we will not eat our brothers/sister’s confidence by being prideful and not caring about their gut and acid reflexes instead we will care about their intestines, for their gut. If our family becomes sick by eating something, we will not make them stumble, we will care for them and their nature. We will not piss on snow and make the eat it, as if we are marking our territory, instead we will suck on candy canes while dipping them on filtered water and discuss how to build the garden of Eden with them.


Entry 8:
Matthew 6: 7-12
Jesus Christ sends out his disciples into the deep end of the pool where little children hit the floor of the pool and wonder if they’ll be eaten by a shark or a jellyfish or in this instance by demons, people, those that don’t want to be delivered, warned or preached too. The simple child that gave away all of its possessions to the villagers while giggling in joy, and even pranced into the wood only to be devoured by the wolves. The child with a smile on its face; its severed head cries and shouts “Jesus loves you; Jesus loves you, please repent.” Jesus didn’t preach or teach his disciples to be holy fools or wishful, psychosis belief and thinking but instead preached to be wise stewards with discernment saying “and if any place will not receive you and they will not listen to you, when you leave, shake off the dust of your feet as a testimony against them.” Do not feed pigs pearls or they’ll be like the dog going back to its vomit instead of like the hard-working ants for the kingdom of God. God calls us to take a rational approach to ministry, not to be swayed by a headless martyr as if it was an icon of a chicken without a head, but instead to be intelligent, swift clever, but at the same time radiant, valiant, joyful, peaceful, and ready to listen and speak through the Holy Spirit, to be bold in the face of demons and to call on the lamb, the lamb of Christ because as powerful as demons or mirages may be… the light, the guiding fire is that much more powerful, it melts the icicle that is stabbed through the heart, the abominable snowman that is your spirit, it melts and gives you a spirit that is holy, righteous, and full of holiday merriment as if it was the Gospel through out the season with a ghost of matter fluttering over you like a dove, hovering over Frankenstein’s monster of Halloween to the birth of the Messiah to the day of resurrection. The mind of the monster will be resurrected, away from intimacy problems and into the great commission.

Entry 9:
John 3:16: “For God so loved the word that he sent his only begotten son so who ever believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.”
Jesus Christ is my savior, the lord of the web of my experiences, the mind is a map of neurological icons, an art show of the data steam of consciousness. The web that is the circumference of time and space and to think that he died on the cross for me is mind blowing giving me a freedom which not even a harem of beautiful women could, with all of the illicit activity in the world, all the money cannot buy that kind of freedom because in worldly choice all that exists is vanity of choice or should I say the illusion of choice. In Christ’s love and that of true fathers and the spirits is freedom with the devil growing a bill and crying crocodile tears that everyone is skipping him at the footsteps of the church and are instead going into the end times- Holy of Holies, the church, the church of Christ not only exists in the vortex of timelessness but also in the cross whose width is time and length is space. When I decide on the gift of salvation which is found on the cross that Christ has provided by becoming the ultimate scapegoat. I come to realize that the day cycle escapes me, my surroundings escape me, it is as if I am outside of space and time under the lantern in the snow as the angels sing glory, glory, glory in the sanctuary, in the wardrobe, I can figure out the love of Christ and how to show it towards others, the love that brings people to everlasting joy. The human being is like a hunchbacked clown in a circus crying over a puddle with a snake waiting to bite its heel and the lion consuming the snake before it can, but in this consumption of the devil comes the dove that resides in the clown, the light comes to bring the theatrical fusion into power, the dove will radiate I and the Shepard will lead this lamb in the epic novel known as life. Azazel: A chicken that stuck feathers up its butt be partakers of life and happiness; joy. Sinful desire is a virtue of death, sadness is a vice of depression, a win and happiness is a blessing from the heavens; be a soldier.

In the darkness of the night comes the child with a flash light to discover the blank canvas. Tabula Rosa is in the bane of the devilish grin of Prometheus as he shows the world its vanity by flashing the middle finger to its mirror, there is sadness in him as he looks at the blood of the crucifixion in the distance.

Entry 10:
James 2: 9-11
“Let the lowly brother glory in his exaltation, but the rich in his hesitation, because as a flower of the flower he will pass away. For no sooner has the sun risen with a burning heat than it withers the grass, its flower falls, and its beauty appear and perishes. Soon the rich man also will fade away in his pursuits.”
In a world of corruption, where people are pickpocketing one another with guns under the table the question is asked, who, where, and why are they robbing one another and the common wealth for a stimulus check, or a stimulation of gold, awaiting off on madness waiting for a shootout amongst the factions. Let’s choose life instead not simply in seeking out wealth of a lover while sitting on top of the poker table, as the wolves shoot “all I do is win” with shades inside the house, we cant help what the weirdo is doing, verbally chanting a win through psyching people out, but as we are sincerely know that he will lose. A harem of chickens will ride in the eccentric’s car, as he pisses himself due to the feathers and eggs blinding the sight of the road, and will dance off the engine. To the rooster of dawn and molly winks in the heavens, what insanity, what drivel, what lowliness of emotion in the eternal recurrence of conflict of the rich and the poor, as a giant ball with the delusion of beauty rolls over them. We can’t help but ask who the proletariat is and who the bourgeoise are. Instead of living in fantastical land lets choose keeping both feet planted on the ground, through being humble, simple instead of a nightmare of neurological anatomy, we will choose to love one another no matter the backstory, it is your choice. I do the Picassos art, the curious after all.

Entry 11:
Matthew 11:28-29
“Come to me all who you labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”
I chose God over to entering of death. No wanting to grin sobornost, adventure from being ten going to four, and choosing a peaceful life on life and going to Abraham. I would like to choose life books outside of reading and meditating on Holy Scriptures. My Lord is my excellency. I feel empty due to seeking attention so I choose to starve myself I need serious help to fast correctly, not in self denial but in holy attitude, of missing my significant others. I want to near essences, so 50 shade of gray, of Faust falling in love with Lolita. and the purification of carbon into diamond. As well as my friends and family books. Mrs. The Russian Loly. I am not a fan of sinful thought. I played the part of vigilante, innovator, scientist, journalist and detective as well as being a star on the open road, jerking off nine hundred ninety nine times in three days, to condition myself only too have eyes for my teacher back in high school, “good job, my loyal student” thinking I discovered the secret of the oedipal complex, at my sister’s wedding. I choose Christ over to Sin! A life behind the desktop or at construction. No more focuses but now will live for God. Lord you are my peace.
I was planning for my testimony to do something of Quantum Experiment Sensationalism, to come through a door in a white room three times, the first time hanging myself with the three finger rule, the second time perfectly shooting myself in the temple, angling it perfectly, the third time with all three bodies still there with a turnip head with a squiggly smile and two corpses next to it and a turnip in my hand, take off the head and say screw the most powerful family in the world, as if I was going to scream discrimination, high jack the New York building, of time square, take a video of me burning the cash for not being allowed to a funeral of a significant other and instead being taken to the psychiatric hospital, crying many tears over it. I will outwit the Devil with Gods help, Forgive and Forget, as well as there is still hope in you yet. This is inspired by a man that pretended to hang himself with a turnip head and a classroom skeleton at the castle to scare the suicidal ideation out of a princess, only for the royal to pray to it and too eventually sneak up behind her, you cannot scare suicidal ideation away nor can you get your justice that you want here on earth but you can regain your sanity and love.

I remember back in High School, when someone asked how to understand gravity, I asked a fellow peer to throw an apple overhead unto him and it landed on his head, I then said “Voltaire, that is gravity for you” or should I say Vlad the Impaler, stop trying to change your sexuality by impaling women with your fifteen inch dick, then went and said to the peer that through the apple, I would caress you but I have to go study the bible, oh blissful blasphemous youth. The first time around, jumping their mental machine to see an image of Majora’s Mask.





Loving God under trials:
14: But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed.
15. Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin, and sin, when it is full- grown brings forth death. “Do not be deceived, my beloved brethren.
17. Every good gift and every gift is from above, and comes down from the father of light, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.
18. Of his own will he brough us forth by the word of the truth, that we might be a kind of first – fruits of his creatures.
Let’s break this down verse by verse:
A.) We learn that we are the product of conditioning * the wild imagination of Calvin and Hobbes – the absurdity of the subconscious and we must be in control of our drive and stay soberminded in utility instead of drinking vodka out of one another’s skulls as we gamble or loves away. Let’s choose to purify ourselves in Christ.
B.) The fetishes of the heart rather it be lust, week or say spray painting, eating sofa cushion especially if done in secret is masturbation, Satan’s darkness or ironically said the mother’s womb, sleep epilepsy. Let’s not choose consumption, we should allow ourselves to be who are our essence is but let’s try not to be a hoarder. Then again let’s not judge, lets choose life and the beauty of healing through faith, instead of falling into the trap of Faust.
C.) Do not be deceived by the pranksters behind the whistling devil, the devil of the blues, the snake, Woland, Chichikov, Mephistopheles, Dryft, etc. let’s simply choose Christ instead of poshlust. Swimming naked next to a swan trying to impress the woman upstairs to the woman sitting on top of the laundry washing washer with legs crossed, rolling her eye in devilish time as you watch your belongings burn.
D.) Christ knows what he is doing, in a world of colorful gods/idols there is the Christ! The fruit of the spirit. We will prosper if we choose Christ, “meditate on the excellencies of the word of the Lord.” Choosing life, obedience, over to sacrifice. Disobedience is as bad as witchcraft. Words are powerful but do not fall into the delusion of a mad centipede seeking out blood.
E.) Let’s choose to be the best we, we can be. Overcome the weaknesses that consume us and choose life. Don’t play with fire or you will get burned. Choose life, two guns turned towards baba yaga in the blessing of Sulphur. I will not allow the psychosis of Ukraine consume me, in its search of identity, and collectivistic mourning of kit and the maniacs. I will not fall into the Gogolian Burlesque. Be the best you, you can be.













The Great Commission
John 1:
What does Scripture say?
The Word Became Flesh
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it.
6 There was a man sent from God whose name was John. 7 He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe. 8 He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light.
9 The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world. 10 He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. 11 He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him. 12 Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— 13 children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.
14 The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.
15 (John testified concerning him. He cried out, saying, “This is the one I spoke about when I said, ‘He who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.’”) 16 Out of his fullness we have all received grace in place of grace already given. 17 For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. 18 No one has ever seen God, but the one and only Son, who is himself God and is in closest relationship with the Father, has made him known.
John the Baptist Denies Being the Messiah
19 Now this was John’s testimony when the Jewish leaders[c] in Jerusalem sent priests and Levites to ask him who he was. 20 He did not fail to confess, but confessed freely, “I am not the Messiah.”
21 They asked him, “Then who are you? Are you Elijah?”
He said, “I am not.”
“Are you the Prophet?”
He answered, “No.”
22 Finally they said, “Who are you? Give us an answer to take back to those who sent us. What do you say about yourself?”
23 John replied in the words of Isaiah the prophet, “I am the voice of one calling in the wilderness, ‘Make straight the way for the Lord.’”[d]
24 Now the Pharisees who had been sent 25 questioned him, “Why then do you baptize if you are not the Messiah, nor Elijah, nor the Prophet?”
26 “I baptize with[e] water,” John replied, “but among you stands one you do not know. 27 He is the one who comes after me, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie.”
28 This all happened at Bethany on the other side of the Jordan, where John was baptizing.
John Testifies About Jesus
29 The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him and said, “Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world! 30 This is the one I meant when I said, ‘A man who comes after me has surpassed me because he was before me.’ 31 I myself did not know him, but the reason I came baptizing with water was that he might be revealed to Israel.”
32 Then John gave this testimony: “I saw the Spirit come down from heaven as a dove and remain on him. 33 And I myself did not know him, but the one who sent me to baptize with water told me, ‘The man on whom you see the Spirit come down and remain is the one who will baptize with the Holy Spirit.’ 34 I have seen and I testify that this is God’s Chosen One.”[f]
John’s Disciples Follow Jesus
35 The next day John was there again with two of his disciples. 36 When he saw Jesus passing by, he said, “Look, the Lamb of God!”
37 When the two disciples heard him say this, they followed Jesus. 38 Turning around, Jesus saw them following and asked, “What do you want?”
They said, “Rabbi” (which means “Teacher”), “where are you staying?”
39 “Come,” he replied, “and you will see.”
So they went and saw where he was staying, and they spent that day with him. It was about four in the afternoon.
40 Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, was one of the two who heard what John had said and who had followed Jesus. 41 The first thing Andrew did was to find his brother Simon and tell him, “We have found the Messiah” (that is, the Christ). 42 And he brought him to Jesus.
Jesus looked at him and said, “You are Simon son of John. You will be called Cephas” (which, when translated, is Peter[g]).
Jesus Calls Philip and Nathanael
43 The next day Jesus decided to leave for Galilee. Finding Philip, he said to him, “Follow me.”
44 Philip, like Andrew and Peter, was from the town of Bethsaida. 45 Philip found Nathanael and told him, “We have found the one Moses wrote about in the Law, and about whom the prophets also wrote—Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph.”
46 “Nazareth! Can anything good come from there?” Nathanael asked.
“Come and see,” said Philip.
47 When Jesus saw Nathanael approaching, he said of him, “Here truly is an Israelite in whom there is no deceit.”
48 “How do you know me?” Nathanael asked.
Jesus answered, “I saw you while you were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.”
49 Then Nathanael declared, “Rabbi, you are the Son of God; you are the king of Israel.”
50 Jesus said, “You believe[h] because I told you I saw you under the fig tree. You will see greater things than that.” 51 He then added, “Very truly I tell you, you[j] will see ‘heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending on’[k] the Son of Man.”
2. What is God saying through the Scripture?
Life starts at the creation of language and ends at the angels singing Glory, Glory, Glory to the son of man, the ascension and the day of Pentecost. The prophetic word of the longs in the words of Christ which is found on the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. Christ sees the shade of the fig tree protecting Nathanael from a deceitful tongue, protecting him from the horns of Jonah as he tries to thrust and kill the worm. Jesus cursed a fig tree for not bearing fruit, such as the dishonesty of Jonah while honoring the honesty of Nathaniel after the dove floats after him as the greatest prophet-John the Baptist hands him and remembers him in the vortex of nothingness in the blank canvas there exists the purity of water, the power of fire and the coming of the great commission.
3. What is God calling you to do?
God is calling me to tell the truth, to be a man after his own word. To trust in him and not to be a deceptive man. To live a life worthy to be called a follower, and servant of Christ. A freedom fighter that is inflamed by fire, chases the purity of the Dove, and seeks the refreshment of the calm river waters in the desert. To be a child of God.
4. How are you going to do what God calls you to do?
A. Be Humble
B. Be Honest
C. Be Peaceful
Wash the feet of the wrinkly elderly, bow down to the making of history and see Jesus peaceful smile on the senile elder as I do my best in the cortex of time and space.


John 2:
1. What does the Scripture say?

Jesus Changes Water Into Wine
1. On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus’ mother was there, 2 and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. 3 When the wine was gone, Jesus’ mother said to him, “They have no more wine.”

4 “Woman,[a] why do you involve me?” Jesus replied. “My hour has not yet come.”

5 His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.”

6 Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons.

7 Jesus said to the servants, “Fill the jars with water”; so they filled them to the brim.

8 Then he told them, “Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet.”

They did so, 9 and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside 10 and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.”

11 What Jesus did here in Cana of Galilee was the first of the signs through which he revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.

12 After this he went down to Capernaum with his mother and brothers and his disciples. There they stayed for a few days.

Jesus Clears the Temple Courts
13 When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14 In the temple courts he found people selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. 15 So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple courts, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. 16 To those who sold doves he said, “Get these out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!” 17 His disciples remembered that it is written: “Zeal for your house will consume me.”[c]

18 The Jews then responded to him, “What sign can you show us to prove your authority to do all this?”

19 Jesus answered them, “Destroy this temple, and I will raise it again in three days.”

20 They replied, “It has taken forty-six years to build this temple, and you are going to raise it in three days?” 21 But the temple he had spoken of was his body. 22 After he was raised from the dead, his disciples recalled what he had said. Then they believed the scripture and the words that Jesus had spoken.

23 Now while he was in Jerusalem at the Passover Festival, many people saw the signs he was performing and believed in his name. 24 But Jesus would not entrust himself to them, for he knew all people. 25 He did not need any testimony about mankind, for he knew what was in each person.

2. What is God saying through the Scripture?

Verses 1:11:
In the blessing of celebration where we know what will occur that night and the weeks ahead of nonstop playful love, cuddling, etc. comes Christs firs known miracle, blessing people with the greatest wine in perhaps history, done through water; and not a virgin in the rocks in the midst of stone hedge of gnostic turpitude but instead in the glory of purity, not even the gnostic sort or the psychosis of dating using Welch’s grape soda, but instead a celebration. A wedding in which they were blessed with something delicious, a treat, a miracle, allowing the people to try the best for last in the cultivation of tradition, in Jewish purification. Expanding history from the center of the Palestine region and through out the world. Starting with celebration and ending with resurrection and ascension- the renewal and uprising (in righteousness) of the spirit/mind, etc. This was the beginning of flipped history, of salvation, of the final scape lamb, that answered the questions in mans heart, of the philosopher’s stone. From birth to death in the inner rooms of Christ’s Bride is celebration; the gospel-Good News, the great commission.

3. What is God calling you to do?
God is calling me to celebrate the gift of purification, celebration not in the grotesque nature of the carnivalesque/spectacle even if done to prove a theory but in truth, in remembrance of Christ and the church’s position with Christ, being absorbed outside of space and time. We cannot hand the timelessness and may fall asleep we will discover that we are either one of the wise virgins that brought extra oil, girdled minds, from the market place in the preparation of the groom. Or a foolish virgin that lost her eyesight as she didn’t bring extra oil for the midnight, let’s not fool ourselves, lets make sure we are full of fire in the world of madness-with the Holy spirit in a world where the weak want to destroy the strong; and the strong in the wink and smirk from the insanity of being destroyed as they climb up the hierarchy. Let’s choose Godly celebration instead.
4. How are you going to do what God calls you to do?
By going into the Holy of Holies, the church, the prayer room, the prayer closet and singing “Glory to the highest” rather in prayer, worship or sermon. My heart will live in celebration of what God has planned for his bride. To be Mr. Sunshine instead of the darkness of the spectacle of how the bride sings before the wedding as if celebration was the product of the jester. No celebration is for the pure in heart with expectations being known; living in transparent Godly nature. Not is absurdity of lust in the celebration of family life in covenant.

Part 2 of John 2: Verses 11-25

2. What is God saying through the Scripture?
Do not make a mockery of the church from stealing from the church offering or having a family curse; to that of stealing of candles in the vatical in remembrance of orphans or the gypsies of Notre Dame to the deadly masturbation of Wall Street hoping to make the church into a business. This mockery will be overturned as the position of the church should that of remembrance of the righteous; the children flying in the cosmos on the rocket shup known as martyrdom, too the elders who are tillers of the land; lets cultivate the garden. Not in pessimism but in optimism in remembrance of the resurrection, preaching the great commission into the people’s haven, as we all need a semblance of hope. The ability not to drift away by a current made out of green, while cash is falling from the sky into a fall and into our demise. In corrupting the church there exists Christs scorn and eventually despair as was seen in the Jewish people over and over again; in hope of the messiah. The skies will not split as if it was the red sea, or the tasering of an opening in the red carpet, as the angels sing Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna! Or will the frogs fly down from the sky due to the couple having sex in the woods by the baptism, instead we must not rely on the OT and its plagues but in the will of action to take the church seriously.
3. What is God calling you to do?
God is calling me to take care of the church and make sure it doesn’t become a Carnivalesque dip storm of people preaching false doctrine in order to make extra money. No to hypocrisy or the glory of the pharisee and yet to the simplicity of the early church and the hugeness of Christ.

4. How are we going to do what God calls us to do?
Not to checkmate the devil in becoming the worlds wet dream by making Satan a toy mocking the church into a business but instead uphold the righteous picture frame of Pinocchio becoming a real boy from the marionette that is having its springs pulled by the principalities; becoming one with Christ and honoring the church. Honoring the steps of Christ in these examples and not allowing the church to become a den of robbers.

John 3:






Jesus Teaches Nicodemus
3 Now there was a Pharisee, a man named Nicodemus who was a member of the Jewish ruling council. 2 He came to Jesus at night and said, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the signs you are doing if God were not with him.”
3 Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again.[a]”
4 “How can someone be born when they are old?” Nicodemus asked. “Surely they cannot enter a second time into their mother’s womb to be born!”
5 Jesus answered, “Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. 6 Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. 7 You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You[c] must be born again.’ 8 The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”[d]
9 “How can this be?” Nicodemus asked.
10 “You are Israel’s teacher,” said Jesus, “and do you not understand these things? 11 Very truly I tell you, we speak of what we know, and we testify to what we have seen, but still you people do not accept our testimony. 12 I have spoken to you of earthly things and you do not believe; how then will you believe if I speak of heavenly things? 13 No one has ever gone into heaven except the one who came from heaven—the Son of Man.[e] 14 Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up,[f] 15 that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him.”[g]
16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. 18 Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son. 19 This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. 20 Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. 21 But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.
John Testifies Again About Jesus
22 After this, Jesus and his disciples went out into the Judean countryside, where he spent some time with them, and baptized. 23 Now John also was baptizing at Aenon near Salim, because there was plenty of water, and people were coming and being baptized. 24 (This was before John was put in prison.) 25 An argument developed between some of John’s disciples and a certain Jew over the matter of ceremonial washing. 26 They came to John and said to him, “Rabbi, that man who was with you on the other side of the Jordan—the one you testified about—look, he is baptizing, and everyone is going to him.”
27 To this John replied, “A person can receive only what is given them from heaven. 28 You yourselves can testify that I said, ‘I am not the Messiah but am sent ahead of him.’ 29 The bride belongs to the bridegroom. The friend who attends the bridegroom waits and listens for him, and is full of joy when he hears the bridegroom’s voice. That joy is mine, and it is now complete. 30 He must become greater; I must become less.”[h]
31 The one who comes from above is above all; the one who is from the earth belongs to the earth, and speaks as one from the earth. The one who comes from heaven is above all. 32 He testifies to what he has seen and heard, but no one accepts his testimony. 33 Whoever has accepted it has certified that God is truthful. 34 For the one whom God has sent speaks the words of God, for God gives the Spirit without limit. 35 The Father loves the Son and has placed everything in his hands. 36 Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for God’s wrath remains on them.
Part 1: verses 1-15
1. What is God saying through the Scripture?
Being born again! In a world of sorrow, the question remains why is the weeping willow crying? Why are the heavens crying for you? In this reign of terror, the parasite of death creeps into the depths of the heart. I want to scream out, I am a child; I am not a slave of fear I am an AK47! I wake up from the illusion of being used, of being crucified over and over again in the silhouette of the sunrise! Will I be consumed by fear? No, No I cannot, I choose Christ over the depths of Hell! Simplicity over complexity, love over suffering, to be consumed by Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ is my lord and savior! The glimmer of hope at the end of a nightmare.
2. What is God calling you to do?
God is calling me not to live by the flesh, fear, but in the spirit; love. In love is hope and grace. We will live in the beauty of the wind being carried by the leaf, in the leaf holding still in the water loop of destiny. In the beauty of peace is not socialism, capitalism or any other ism but Christ. God is calling me too choose peace and everything that it contains. To choose life in Christ.
3. How are you going to do what God calls you to do?
Consistency, consistency is key. Being born again in the spirit, choosing Christ and not allowing to be a fallen angel as if your cheek needs to get pinched due to the Discordia, gaining catharsis from discord but instead choosing consistency of righteous actions to have the will to bow down to God and have the live by his commandments. Even if at times it seems he is my cat, the cat that the gift of deflecting a bazooka with a switch blade and killing Pitbull’s and toying with rats as well as family of racoons, madness due to drinking the toilet water after I squeezed one out, the madness of a talking burning wet forest, and even though my cat is the next step of evolution; without fear. He is not God. He may bring me peace but God is much more. My cat may be madness but God is existence while every singe one of his tears is creating a puddle of galaxies in space curved time. So, let’s not fall into the trap of pride and making the Holy Spirit mourn but let’s choose consistency, righteous action in the Lord. The will to faith, the live to live a Godly life. Demons are nothing more than monstrosities.

Part 2: Verses 16-21
1. What is God saying through scripture?
The beauty of hope, the beauty of life is not in the legs of a beautiful woman or the beautiful insanity of a crash but in beauty, the beauty pf the soul. I will not perish with the love of an asexual girl that loved trial and error to the point of skewing on a light bulb with her tongue only to the point of being electrocuted and having her angel fly out of her playing a harp and the tears of a young kid praying to Jesus for her salvation by giving her CPR because truly, peace, even as the atheist continues creating colorful devils into wolves that are bested by pigs and need their inflamed tails cooled down by the whore of a Babylon through the use of a fire extinguisher; peace, two, one, two, three, go and pass go collect two hundred dollars in monopoly, this is the beauty of childhood, of life, an argument for Gods existence. Even if it can be proven to be able to resurrect a person through entropy.
Let’s believe in Christ, let’s not condemn through selfish will but through free will in Christ. Truth, love, beauty, is in Christ! Light in darkness, the queen always trumps every piece, and light is the saving force behind nature, the grid of a broken mirror in death, the shattered mirror which like a jigsaw each piece contains a memory and must be put together not with super glue or duct taped but in light, in Christ. The beauty of eyesight in the race to beat the timer of life, 1,2,3, go.
2. What is God calling you to do?
God is calling me to beat the linear, multiple branched narrow paths of the trials of Time X Space = Timelessness lets beat the time and find peace, to defeat the evil one, the Devil, the man of the devilish laugh. God loves all, lets let his works be carried out in life, in the existence of beauty; against the race of darkness. Light moves faster than superman but if darkness beats light, existence will cease to exist, choose Christ.
3. How are you going to do what God calls you to do?
I am going to choose Christ by doing what is right in the eyes of the Lord, in the eyes of my savior, not to be condemned but in seeking in the truth.
Part 3: Verses 22-36
1. What is God saying through Scripture?
The key to understanding marriage in the simplicity of a demigod is who can me righter but in Gods eye point it is who is more obedient, that is the hierarchy in the most childish of ways, who is the most childish. The Childs obedience of the mother and the father is the same as the father to the daughter as they work in the pathway of crashing waves, let there be light, let there be direction, let there be hope, lets not forget about the deadly sin of wrath, the cross eyes passion of the depth of the cross as the cherubim sings Hosanna, and the guns are pointed at him, the Christ like martyr for choice to smile not like the absurd man with both middle fingers to the system but in the love of Christ, seeking a glimpse of the insanity at the moment of death, “father, father why have you forsaken me.” Jesus Christ, I love you!
2. What is God calling you to do?
Not to fret about the unconscious will of the absurd idea of fate, and childish stoic notion of the leapers not coming back to thank God. Lets come back to thank God, Jesus Christ is our one and only, the tears of a child at the feet of his parent the Eden of Eve is not in the Fourth Reich of running the streets of Vegas in an adventure of neon lights wearing nothing but a diaper, with a spoon in the mouth balancing an egg, don’t drop the egg, don’t fret over spilled milk, but in Christ. As if they were Plucky and died with while running a halo tied around them, the blessing of Golden chains, the entropion of false holiness by making yourself holier than though, a narcissistic weirdo, the beauty of life. Lunar was here, I am Lunar! Let’s overcome limbo by being obedient to God, and teach the indigenous people to use a Gameboy by teaching them how to make batteries by understanding the sun.
3. How are we going to do what God calls you to do?
I will love in peace, joy and the pursuit of Godly morals! In the beauty of Christ. In the love of Christ, in hope. Choose the Heavenly delights of Christ and not the Core nervous system, or better said the spine of Devil. Not in lust but in love. Not on the earth but in Christ. In the sweetness of life. In the cosmos of light, we are all particles of life. We are the bride groom of Christ.




God Will Provide
Prologue:
“The key to understanding the wineskin parable is covenant, as was seen with Jonathan and avid, or the Bride and the Groom of song of Solomon. Becoming one blood, one flesh with Christ through theosophy in communion, the communion of a dancing couple, dancing quartz, dancing under a street light, as the Moonlight Sonata plays in the background. It is not power but equality in a head and a body, love. In power there is Stockholm syndrome the bitterness, but in Christ love there is the grace of the dove.”
The Song of Solomon contains great love verse if not the greatest in history. To understand love, one must read the Song of Solomon. It can be read two different ways, the first is the glorification of sex by the Jews the second is a love letter between God and the church, a symbolical key in understanding Gods love for us. I believe that the songs were written by a romantic, a poet of the first degree that is capable of making the modern man blush from scalp to toe, who knows perhaps the hair will also turn strawberry red especially when read by a virgin in front of a church or a group of women as it is concerned with mingling of souls.
I believe it was written for King Solomon, who had the greatest mind in history, especially concerning wisdom and being rivaled perhaps by the likes of Plato, Aristotle, Diogenes, Gregory Skovoroda, perhaps even Bakhtin. If they are aces in a game of dorak then he is a little joker, the big joker being Jesus Christ. Solomon’s wisdom was found in zoology and marrying the foreign princesses to avoid war, seven hundred in total, only to be led away by them into worshipping their Gods, lust is the folly of the fool, as envy is the folly of the fool. With all seriousness, even though he had sex with concubines which are prostitutes or better said as side chicks he was able to realize his vanity, which included knowledge and toil, everything under the sun is vanity, except for following Gods commandments. The book of Ecclesiastes was either written by Solomon or a wandering teacher. So where is Solomon’s wisdom to be found? Well I believe he fell in love with a certain woman, a woman who was willing to give her child away in order for it not to get cut in half while another woman didn’t care. Through deductive reasoning Solomon saw instantly who the real mother was and made the right judgment call, even the queen of the south visited Solomon with any gifts as she was impressed by him. He also built the greatest temple in all of history.
Back to the Song of Solomon. It is a serious book, I will be sharing a verse 8:5, in which the woman states “under the apple tree I awakened you” it is the only place in which she speaks to have sexually awakened her lover in any case, the fact that the Song of Solomon is in the canon of scripture, the fact that it harmonizes Proverbs 5:15-19 in commanding sexual delight within marriage shows that Sex should only occur after marriage, as Jesus says “a man that lusts after a woman that is not his commits adultery in his heart.

The Key themes:
1. Gods Covenant: The best way to enjoy sexual intimacy is through sexual purity. Following Gods simple law in this brings delights, sexual intimacy at its best.
2. Marriage is a gift from God and needs to represent loyalty and commitment brining in the highest delights. This makes t a great symbol of Gods relationship with his people in both the OT and the NT.

Chapter 1: Mingling in Time and Space, David
“The materialistic space is a parody of the spiritual space. Play, create, and enjoy the divine spark of Logos: parody being understood as the dancing shadows on a theatrical stage”
Swirl, twirl, swirl, twirl, tortoise. The rhythm of time is that of a tortoise shell waiting to be caressed with consciousness. Consciousness being the biproduct of the brain creating random thoughts as if it was dissembling into millions of blocks of data, 0’s and 1’s, and reassembling back together to create though, as is seen in the software ASCII or the though experiment of giving a room of monkeys’ infinite time, typewriters and them producing the work of Shakespeare. Plasticity itself, electricity, created by the friction from the battles of angels and demons – debasement, the spiritual ecstasy of masochism. The brain is carnivalesque, a carnival of ideas, experiments and feeling just watch out for the clown with a blue balloon in your dreams. I remember letting go of a blue balloon as a toddler and saying the balloon ween to heaven, it sounded like a mans last name that had recently committed suicide and my older sister looked at me as if I was a prophet, in surprise as if I had just blessed a corpse or a house that fell on itself and flamed up – decaying matter. As we know the balloon goes up and comes down, as the Greek expression goes, Opa!
I created a mathematical formula that explains consciousness and how I traveled. C = S to the power of 1, (S to the power of 2 * T) to the power of E. The C standing for consciousness, the first S for spirit, the second S for two spaces, T for time and E for eternity. The spirit being a universal transcendence of nature, creating life and existence nothing more than the ontological illusion, creating sparks and vibrations of magnets that pull the world together, the north pole and the south pole creating zones in time, nature and weather, day cycles and warping reality when looked at the face. The auroras of whispering polar bear songs. If we were to sing the songs, we would tear the tower of Babel in half as if it was the walls of Jericho by Gods trumpets, or the tear of the Holy of Holies in the day of the crucifixion of the light. As my sister puts it a proof of the old earth theory. Time as a spider web with infinite string all being able to be pulled and vibrated throughout by the spider, the spider behind time and space is no other than God and a rift can come out if snaps so hopefully this time jump doesn’t do that because I can’t repair it only God can. With each meow of the rift there is a day cycle change sometimes instantaneously. God and darkness, God and evil, grace and spite, the two forces that intermingle and create the timelessness of God hovering over the waters in darkness like a dove plucking a four clover leaf from the Ark, eternity is the shield of the globe that is ever expanding and extracting, retracting universe with the surface being Einstein’s space waves to put it in my words, when combined you get consciousness, within the individual, within spiritual unity, and within the relationship of the trinity all points to consciousness. I time traveled through connecting my forehead and spine through active currency, emitting electrify consciousness, and use it to catapult me through time. The most powerful AC was used by Edison to kill an elephant. At the right voltage it is possible, but it has to occur at an eclipse, its as if it was God is fudging us, testing the principia Mathematica. Through Goethe’s theory of colors anything is possible.

1. James 1:3: For you know that testing your faith proves steadfastness
2. Romans 12:12: Rejoice in hop, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
3. James 5:7-8: Be patient, therefore brothers until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and late rains. You also be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.
4. John 3:28-29: You yourselves bear me witness, that I said, I am not the Christ, but I have been sent before him. The one who has the bride is the bridegroom. The friend of the bridegroom who stands and hears him, rejoices greatly at the bridegroom’s voice. Therefore, this joy of wine is about complete.

Jesus Christ is my savior, and Lord, the redeemer of my soul, and not only by the standard if my soul is a mechanical, talking, abominable snowman from Calvin and Hobbes, and as if I was to lick God as if he was a honey bear candy. Jesus Christ has our lives planned out and all we need to do is follow his commandments, as it is found in grace. Jesus Christ has our lies planned out and all we need to do is follow his commandments, as it is found in God. The love of Christ transcends madness and brings consciousness into the highest pinnacle of beauty we must allow ourselves to be brought up in righteousness and follow the rhythm of heaven to find Christ and be healed from all scares as Isaac was.
“In the love of consciousness Christ resides,
I see the light, I am the light,
I see love, yet I am love,
I see grace, yet I am grace,
I see mercy, yet I am mercy,
I see justice, yet I am justice,
What I am not is anything that scorns me.” – Consciousness
Mans fight with himself for the existence of God:
Spirit: I am god, I am now an atheist, therefore I cease to exist, I am a mirage
Soul: If that is true why don’t I shoot you in the back of the head to see if you truly are a mirage.
P.S
Isaac saw Abrahams’s walk with God and the lessons that he thought, these saved him from spiritual death at the altar
Consciousness is synergized into quantum, just like sex, starting at the sauna, then endling at the snow, laying, giggling and creating snow angels afterwards.

Chapter 2: The Young Faust, Olga
“The beginning of the fall is pride, and the cherubim scorched the Garden of Eden with its flaming sword due to man’s blasphemous tongues, and man creating the carousel of fate with the tree of life.”

In the twilight of midnight, I hear a loud thud, a crash of something, as if somebody fell from the moon into the earth, on top of the roof, maybe even under a cow’s hoof. It came from the barn, I put on my slippers and went through the mud, I’m getting dirty, my dad will be furious, he has perhaps one third of his years to live, and I have still three fourths to live. He better not thing about ruining my life due to this. As I get in the barn, I see a hole as if it was created by the four men lowering their friend to be healed by Jesus Christ. The hay has a reflection of a tint of navy blue with the moon reflecting in a bucket of water next to the large pile of hay. It is a good thing it didn’t wake up the cows otherwise we may not have received a full bucket of milk the next day. On top of the hay I see a young man, I ask him, “who are you, what are you doing here, where do you come from?”
He looks at me with a peaceful face which turns into a smile and says, “I come here to meet a beautiful young woman, call me the professor, a Faust of the time of perestroika. I come from America, I come on a giant, mystical green pig made out of devil’s lettuce which I smoked and ate.” I look at the eccentric man and giggle, “truly where are you from?” He looks at me and says “I am from Volodirmski oblost.” I look at him no longer giggling but with a stern face “don’t joke around about lettuce, especially from the Devil, just recently there was a man who was talented in all of the instruments, rumor has it that he signed a deal with the Devil himself, the devil had his way with him. He died and was laid inside the orthodox church with icons overlooking and the doors chained up and locked. There was Grandmas placed just like the soldiers overlooking the tomb, either way they fell asleep and suddenly they feel a wind and the cross and the icons are knocked over, and the casket stolen, they scream and howl “oh Lord!” cross themselves as they run and stumble out of the doors. The deacon inspected the church the next day and saw a cabbage role where the casket once stood.” He looked at me and says with a shrug of his shoulders, “backwoods, village, superstition probably a phantom menace, a conman that snorted too much cocaine, the village drunkard in the church.” I look at him with a frown and say “don’t be the devil’s child.”
I think and ponder what should I say to this mysterious man that talks about lettuce pings. I ask him, “what are your opinions on God and the Devil?” He looks at me and says “God is a being with a God complex and a death wish, the Devil is everything the world wants to be, the greatest idol of mankind, a shapeshifter that mocks people while having sex with them to be able to later transform into them.” He writes in a piece of paper Big S to the square root –(LR)squared little s squared by 2. S is for shapeshifter, L is for lust, R is for resurrection, s is for sex. He says this with a sparkle in his eyes and then says “who are God and the Devil to you?” I look at him and say “you’re crazy, a fantastical man, at the edge of a knife, the devil has his way with you. I understand the phantom of your imagination, you are boring me.” He looks at me pulling a pall mall, lighting it up and saying, “then you will find the moralist Bogdan interesting.” I look at him with eyes of bewilderment, “what did you just say.” He blushes and says, “oh nothing!”
He is as soviet man, he smiles and says “how I hate the USSR it is the wolf from nu pogodi, trying to catch the rabbit that is Christianity and the best it can do is catch it by the ears or scream “nu zyats, nu pogodi.” Or a young girl begging a rich man for money, not getting it steals his money that is hidden under his mattress and burns down his house, truly the soviets are beasts.” I look at him surprised and tell him “well I believe that the Devil is the deceiver, the prince of lies, and God is like the wind, you cannot see him but you see his movements, he also puts his spiritual hands on my shoulders when I ;pray and speaks to me, he gives me a comforting hug through out the day, you think this because you don’t know any better, I know that God will provide.” He points a gun to his head and pretends to shoot himself, “there is the death of God as Nietzsche put it, if I ever go atheist I will cease to exist.” I look at him and say, “if you stop this, I’ll be your friend.” He Smiles, takes out his hand and says, “it is a deal.” My sister comes to me, and says “supper is ready” and asks “who is that?” I respond by saying “a half-baked mathematician and a hazardous philosopher.” My sister and I go back into the house.
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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
“For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die;
A time to plant and time to pick up what is planted;
A time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to break up, and a time to build up;
A time to weep; and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn; and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stone and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek; and a time to lose;
A time to keep; and a time to cast away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence; and a time to speak;
A time to love; and a time to hate;
A time for war; and a time for peace.
1. Space * Time = Mind, the operating system, 0’s and 1’s the universe is a computer. We must become self-aware; this is memory particles that create thoughts out of intuition and experiences.
2. At the point of eternity – the infinite, the materialistic becomes nothing more than a dream, a transparent sheet.

God is outside of space of time, in a world of hammers and nails in which I am an observer he is the overseer, the conductor of fate and will. There is a time for everything, infinite possibilities and God is in control of each strings and knows how it vibrates. The only fate that we are in control of are obsessions that lead to catharsis in discord with the promise of death, being a child of the devil. In consciousness there is history, memory itself and the spine of world history is the Bible itself the period between life and immortality, the marriage of the groom and the bride. The finite and infinity and in between are God, it overlaps from one to two and intro three which stands for the trinity. The Fibonacci numbers of periodical evolutionary explanations are Gods fingerprint. A divine symphony in which I am a note and God is the director of the great commission. God help me regain my spirit, so I want to be a skeleton as I am one of Pavlov’s dongs hanging at the Sistine chapel showing God to be unreliable. Perhaps the key to the spirit is spiritual ecstasy… the spectacle. An example would be the feeling a doctor feels when his is in the carnal gland, the mind to stab himself in the heart, the blood pumper, and not the spine, after giving his life savings to a prostitute, due to finding out he has stage four cancer without taking anything in control. Or a young woman after recently becoming engaged while having cancer decides to try to prove her fiancés theory of the spirit by creating a sex dungeon and having her self-murdered in the brink of death seeing her fiancé as the devil. This ecstasy is stronger than the drug, or imagine a prince shooting himself after his wife leaves to Vegas with an actor. I must keep myself in check! This may be the key of consciousness to think that I and a friend in amidst the game of fugitive and playing Dota; fooled the school in thinking that the spirit is compressed, foggy air in a job with eyes painted on, a voice box, battery, magnets and wires powering the battery. As if God breath life into a jar. The Homunculus of Jewish yore, the absurdity of being made in Gods image, oh how we grow up!
It’s as if I am drinking from the cups of demons and the cup of God, as if it is a bittersweet cocktail, that leads to drunken turpitude, confusion the Bible preaches loving a sober mind, or in other words, having one hand raised to God, and another down to the Devil, being torn apart between the two spirits, as if I am in the middle of a tornado, stricken by lightning. I need to grow up and do what I came to do in this time zone.
We deep down are all rebels that must be obedient to God and not in fear but in love as he died for our sins in a small province of the Roman Empire, even is small areas or people world even occur, and if God gives you a personal revelation you too can change as there is no one in history that has had an encounter with Christ and hasn’t changed. The only argument is the mad man trembling “God is dead, God is dead, and you have murdered him,” in the sharp tongue on the philosopher of the antichrist-Nietzsche. He had a wild forest fire burning his loins and what he needed was the peaceful flame of the Holy Spirit in his spirit, in Christ. We must allow Christ to change us from the inside out by rebuking our selves with all of the foolish perspirations and ideas (a chicken without its head,) and accept Christs will and vision for our lives. Unlike a common thought pattern amongst Christian that make them toys to be toyed around with the devil due to an obsessive nature, God does not give up his children to Satan for a mistake of mistakes just like a dad doesn’t give up his child to a murderer or a rapist for misconduct, instead he disciplines us and not in the way of the professor disciplining his beautiful student by having her ben over the desk after class. Being born again is metamorphosis in Christ, the caterpillar becoming a Cancun and reawakening as a butterfly circling around the lamp light, as I become the nebula of my neighborhood through pen and aper, this captures the essence of mortality into immortality. Not to prance on all fours for hay like Nebuchadnezzars goat.



III The Dream:
“Everyone is praying, with a fire flame, coming out of the spines I walk outside through front door with a Bible in my hand and cloud of snow rests on top of me, sprinkling purity in chastity.”
I went to sleep with an unsound joy in my soul like the rustling wind as the pouring hails hits the window, fear and ecstasy, full of sympathy, hope and shivering despair. The transfiguration of Jesus Christ as he stood amongst Elijah and Moses, from cold to hot, goosebumps.
I see the Devil and the Ryft holding her hostage. I have cold sweats as if I am withdrawing from heroin, not knowing what to do with myself, how to save her, my mind is turbulent and make of confusion. I call king David and tell him what is going on and he says it is a miracle that I’m seeing this but alas he will go on to challenge the Ryft and the Devil. He and swagger pull up to his house to see that she isn’t there, this it is in fact the Devil in nanobots. The Devil says from his throne, or should I say chair that has absorbed time and space, “I challenge you”. The Ryft sneaks up with a rag damped in chlorine and tries to make him pass out while snapping his neck. David’s neck seems to be made out of springs and rubber. David chuckles and says “that won’t work on me.” They push them into the backseat of David’s horse carriage saying “the secret place.” The Ryft asks, “is it true you’re in the KGB.” David laughs and says “nope I am king David and swagger is my mighty warrior.” They make it to they make it to the secret place in the midst of the evergreens, in half the time avoiding the cops. They get out of the carriage and the Devil as well as the Ryft snape out of their chains. Swagger looks surprised and David looks at him and tells him, “they used David’s steroid from what he remembers has Codeine, Windex and Chlorine in it.” He looks at the two and says “the fun has only begun.” David gets the Ryft on the edge of the cliff and pushes him, the Ryft scales down the cliff and finds a cave, David says, “so you know about that, too bad it won’t save you.” The entrance of the cave closes, He tries to break through it but cannot, it is made out of Titanium. The cave walls start closing in and the center point seems like a rock with water dripping down, as if it is an altar. The Ryft lays down and puts his forehead under at the dripping water, as he is a nihilist, with a groundless abyss in his third eye, and I’m not talking about the one at the end of tail, he begins speaking with a low pitch tone “put the gun in your moth and shoot yourself,” and in a high pitch tone “no, Dad I don’t wan too,” again in a low pitch tone, “tsk, tsk, tsk you’re no son of mine, you can’t even do this right.” As if he is on stage playing both the parts of Stalin and his son, caressing darkness, in other words, chocking his tail.
The Devil kick swagger with movies of someone floating on strings controlled by a puppeteer perhaps God himself. Swagger spartan kicks him off a cliff but the devil scales it up as he doesn’t want to fall into the abyss, he is not a nihilist but a devil, a shadow of the world, a proud member of the Snow Queens free will. Swagger with a dagger ends up cutting the devil and tearing him limb by limb into four parts, each part being a hemisphere only to find that the Devil is a voodoo doll that needs its eyes pecked out, the voodoo doll staring back at him. The Devil has made himself into a voodoo doll, the circumference of regeneration through surgery, it was the creepiest, most perverse, haunting thing that swagger has ever seen. As if he was looking at a nobody, the Cheshire cat himself which is funny enough King David’s spirit animal. Swagger grabs the doll and nails it to a tree, and nails a sign above it that says, “don’t screw with King David and his mighty warriors!”
King David and swagger drive off only for a barefooted girl in a black dress to find the voodoo doll being pecked at by Woody the Woodpecker as if he was Prometheus himself. She takes him off the tree and gives it to her Doberman pincher who starts chewing and shaking it, only for the doll to start screaming and roaring, “stop it tickles.” The girl smirks and winks at the moon, thinking, “what a pleasant toy.” The girl is without a spirit of a soul. The doll not speaking about the girl is saved by a homunculus which a creature without a spirit but does have a soul, it was created by using David’s blood which has copper, zinc and iron in it from eating pennies, compacted wind in a jar and scorched at a 1,000 Celsius. They run laughing in glee of their great escape only to run off a cliff and into the earths core, right in the gates of Hell which was more frighting more than the month of April. He is thirsty for living water but the doll and the homunculus were prepared for the lake of fire.

I wake up screaming with tears in my eyes, and call Simon. I tell him about my dream. He tells me that dreams are portals to the subconscious, that I need Christ in order to be saved and I should consider doing everything the Bible tells me to do, in order to avoid my shadow, the inner creeping fear of death and regeneration. That I must become a shadow of the heavenly realm. It was a dream within a dream. I wakes up that morning feeling more dopey and tired then I did the night before. I brush my teeth, turn on the soundtrack to 13 sentinel’s aegis rim and make myself French toast. The French toast is crispy and melts in my mouth especially when dipped in maple syrup and drowned in milk. It is salivating, comparable to being one of Pavlov’s dogs awaiting its meat. The delights of the ghost of matter, living the gospel through out the seasons. Pavlov was the God of the Germans Shepard. The crux around my neck is my philosopher stone, the German Shepard had a bell, and I have the Bible. Jesus Christ is my Shepard. As I ponder, I come to realize that the last nine hours have been a great metaphor on the texture of time in the being of self, I jot down some notes and go back to sleep. ‘1,2 is the transitional to 3.

Epilogue:
“Within the sparkle of the eye is the depth of the mind, which transcends the blindness of the soul.”
I am sitting in the U.S.A as I imagine water coming out of the lagoons of Venice into the museums of the world. With the paintings being smeared and the Mona Lisa crying black tears, I come to understand myself. My fantastical self, the self that showed a finger towards the Goddess of wisdom. I have a needle of morphine on my arm as I hear the howling of the moon in the vibration of the air with a gun to my head and dilated pupils catharsis, hearing the demon of White Behemoth chanting God Will Provide, God Will provide, how do I break free from its grasp, from this shadow, from this darkness, the demon comes to me and says you have revealed to me your third eye, the god of fortune through entropy, will eat any cattle for you, any enemy, any symbol or icon just don’t cross yourself, as you people are like cattle to be eaten, from death, from the shadow, from this darkness. The demon comes to me and says; you have revealed to me your third eye, I am Mary Magdalene, I while and say I did not call upon you. I do not need you are not the one that washed the feet of Christ, no you are not! You are not love, you are not burning down the cross, I cancel my BPD mind, but instead accept the glory of New Jerusalem. You are the fake Magdalene, I will not shoot myself but will instead attack your likes with the “blood of the lamb, begone, go you, soul reaper are a demon, whoever you are, I will not listen to you, I will not live in this fantastical imaging of spiraling martyrdom of the green house. Laying my head on the Christ as John did, I will not be besieged, I will not fall under the curse of madness, in the merry go round of the mind where deck seeks in there is the hope of life. That a mountain may come down into a body of water and the house on rocks will withstand the crashing waves and the house of sand breaks down. Contemplating the mighty power of nature in the mechanical processes of the world. Lord you are my Shepard, and how I love the bride of the lamb. Reading the book of the lamb is like eating manna from heaven, I am a run in the mill Christian with an imagination.









The Snake and the Lamb
Abstract: I think there are two worlds, states of consciousness that rule earth, the lower plane and the higher plane. The lower plane is the kingdom of the Devil, a subjective, solipsistic world which is the product of the lies of the Devil and lead to a purposeless and absurd existence and in this writing, it is shown through the country of the snake. The higher world is that of the kingdom of God, objective world that transcends the kingdom of the Devil and it is where purpose is to be found, in this writing it is labeled as the kingdom of the lamb.
My country which is known as the snake has succumbed and become a world of mysticism and the supernatural. Since the creation of the land, people have sought out the spiritual world. Some people believed in it through the presence of the bad, children creating an imaginative fictional world where shadows and crows are demons after their own heart. One poet wrote that the Angel Gabriel fornicated with the virgin Mary, and another placed in the idea that it wasn’t Gabriel but perhaps the Devil, a blasphemous, heretical out view playing with ideas, in rebellion and trying to justify their sex drives. The feminists of the country philosophized it must’ve been the greatest orgasm of all time, that Jesus was a mutated baby and the future of mankind’s evolution through survival of the fittest, energy itself… Einstein’s theory of relativity manifested in God and Man. In their prideful opinion it explained why Joseph was jealous. Others have found that the key to understanding God and the Devil is through sex. A trojan warrior discovered that he is a product of naturalism and therefore waited for the alignment of the moon the sun in gory galore. There was a cult of men and women who thought that their dead leader was talking to them as if they had the same predisposition of the disciples awaiting on snow white or for the witches cat to put the talking head back on the foolish man, there have been disciples of Kierkegaard who took the leap of faith and murdered one another and or committing suicide due to the madness of the situation thinking that they were animistic Gods and that it was the next step of evolution. This is the country I was born into where mysticism triumphs over truth, an absurd world of death and resurrection, or at least the hope of a spiritual world, one of creation and destruction, it is a country of foolery and unstableness, and the more I read the more I succumb to the manifestation of what Jung called the shadow. Will I ever triumph over this and discover who I am? My name is Lazarus and I feel like the cultural emblems of my country and people have made me chase after something greater than myself although I am not sure what it can be, as if I am a lab experiment to the angels and Christ but thankfully as a recent heretic said the angels and spiritual deities rather made through yeast or something else have no reproductive organs, so thankfully even if we are to be married to Christ in heaven as Mary Magdalene learned he doesn’t have a sex drive or crazy cravings. Sadly, I haven’t shaken off this feeling since I felt the closest to the eternal when I drew Christ on the pavement ground with lopsided feet on the cross with a cigar in his mouth, in white chalk in a world of colorful Gods. Yet people seek after God, and perhaps it’s for their best, they are superstitious and mystical, if I was to get rid of the notion of spirituality that plagues my country the best way to do it is through hanging Pavlov’s German shepherds at the orthodox church, this will be stronger than a million logical arguments, it will wipe away the divinity of the church in its ritualistic ways. As an atheist friend told me when her parents forced her to take baptism, I want to commit suicide after baptism, perhaps I am confused and have succumbed in destroying myself, perhaps God is the Ocean and time is its ripples, but then again perhaps that is pseudoscience, but that’s enough with my philosophical drivel. At least you now know what kind of country I am a member of. My country is the root of all that is corrupt in the world, its psychologists were the backbone of Freudian voodoo art, it is the home of sex trafficking, war, abortion, gambling, economic injustice, irregular sexual relations and where the idea of Russian Roulette comes from. I am the product of my country.
An excerpt from a prodigal teenager of the snake nation: Death and resurrection: “it will be in a way that symbolizes his life transcending him into the stratosphere of the infinite and making him into a God, like in the crucifixion of the mad man that preached the truth and undermined the Jewish religion and the Roman empire, resurrection should present the death scene in a way to symbolize the life that went against the institutions of this world. This will transfigure you into a God and you can say as Skovoroda did ‘the world tried to catch me and could not.’ That the secret of Nietzsche’s Ubermensch, “is to transcend the church by rebelling against God through rebelling even though you came with the mathematical proof that proves his existence, you will become all too human…”
I attempted to commit suicide after my wife cheated on me with seven men, she claimed that they were demons, and she was possessed like the woman who was supposedly stoned by the apostles for her obsession with Jesus. That she in fact is Mary Magdalene and that I am Jesus. Enough with this foolishness. Enough I say! There have been rumors that there is another country one which the priests are unfamiliar with, those that chose not to help me, an escape of this fantastical subjective country of the snake. One where we can breathe, one which is objective, the patterning of nature and could only be discovered by deciphering the eternal truths in the stories of the Holy Bible, and praying for salvation to Jesus Christ, accepting his sacrifice on the cross. An objective world, the 5% statistical nominally, the 5% that isn’t covered by generalizations. Meeting eternity on top of the plane as I look down upon the country of the snake. Enough with the foolishness of the snake, the mathematical world of clarity is the one I want to transcend into, the world of the Lamb.

Aloha
Narrator:
Aloha, readers did you know that the word aloha is the greatest accomplishment in the western world, in a foolishness such as kindness, oneness with people and nature comes the shark to eat the hula dancers in the wake of the palm trees, of course I am being fictitious but what else can the word hello mean. This story takes place within the residence of the hot springs of the USA, the place of peace, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, the happiness that was brought to us by demigods, the native Hawaiians with the wink of Maui without forgetting the pain that the Europeans brought them. A longing for peace, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The Japanese enjoy going to Hawaii, seeking adventure in a place of paradise, in a place of longing as Komorebi is felt and experienced under the ravaging weather of the island, Gods tears wash the trees as the sun glistens on the leaves with an overarching rainbow, fate is beautiful, there is fate in the wind the wind carries our thoughts from this world to the world of dreams. As the dead platitude goes “live like there is no tomorrow and dream like you’ll live forever” but always remember Aloha, show kindness to your neighbor and if they’re not scamps, they will share kindness back to you as the eternal spiral of consciousness shares into your experience. Time is fleeting in Hawaii, and the sun leaves the angels and demons sunburnt, the burning of bliss in the wake of death, in darkness there is a somber light. This story is about a girl and her brother named Malina and Austin, foreigners in a multicultural state.
Austin was rough, tough, a kid in the dark. An artist of discord, who thrived on destruction, in it he found bliss, a fix, he was as Freud coined it a product of id, a clockwork orange, beautiful in the outside but mechanical in the inside always wanting to feel a rush, a sensation to escape from his mundane life, the sensational feeling a pyro gets from setting a flag on fire. When he was in Texas, and a teacher told him that he will never be successful, he left the class, went to the gym found a baseball bat and walked to the teachers lot, with flies flying in the humid air he smashed the windows of all of the cars without regard to the fact that teachers are poor. While he was doing this, he sang horrible kids look at what you’ve done, dancing and smirking, screaming obscenities, he wanted to get his point across, to make a say against all the bureaucratic fashions of the pedagogy wanting to escape what he felt was a prison that they have put him in. He was a fly in a spider web, the teacher checkmated him and Austin got expelled, only to become a thug with a lust for heroine, after the family moved to Hawaii he became a fan of Beethoven 9th symphony and learned to surf, during the day he surfed and during the night he partook in violent activity always seeking his next fix, the madness within as time crushed the beach with every wave in the internal expansion of consciousness. He wanted a cause to fight for, but he found a poetic rush in destroying himself, his thoughts were exalted by classical music as he took in the needle, he wanted to be a benefactor of humanity, but ended up being an observer, a product of discord with only classical music to make him feel exalted. Malina during this time was a store clerk and going to university for Social work, the word Aloha gave new meaning to her life and her perspective on humans, the depths of her heart were never so deep, as it was during this time, she would seek out remedies for her customers, even buying them herself, to help those that are sick knowing that she is showing kindness and hope, learning from the natives, she snorkeled, never touching a turtle and respecting the habitat of the fish she was against all of those that littered on the beach always cleaning up the beer bottles and the soda plastic rings in fear that it will kill the colorful fish or the playful dolphins. She read books on Polynesian mythology without falling into Jonahs mistake, through Aloha she was saved and prayed every day that her brother Austin will also be saved.
Austin:
I am a hamster stuck in a loop of pride and destruction, a servant of hell as the angels sing of the birth of Christ. It is as if I am walking around with a case of my mom’s ashes and using it as if it was snuff… I put the blame on the abusive alcoholic, the bastard was my biological father. He was selfish, hollow and mad, obsessed with his wife’s death he went on to become an alcoholic, and looked at me as if I was less than human, as if I was a dog to be beat. He took out his anger on me and sadly it seems to me as if I am becoming like him, a generational curse, and I hate it. I wish I was better, more well balanced, not diseased, I sometimes cut myself to feel emotions, life seems to me to be nothing more than a fleeting desire. My sister took off after my mom, she is the kindest person I know, unlike me she is not a skeleton, she is a lively person that is infinitely charming, a figure of God-man, while I am a figure of man-God, she is of rare beauty, a person with a cause to live for, something I can only wish for. She brightens my day whenever I see her but alas all I have is drugs, and the Waikiki beach. I’m damned, a figure predisposed for sin, while she in the other hand thinks she is a big sinner when in reality she is a diamond. These are my thoughts as I currently ride this carousel known as reality. I told this to a prostitute that I had sex with at the beach under the moonlight with tears in my eyes. As we looked at the stars decorate the sky she pondered and said “you think this way because you forget about Aloha” She hugged me and left without receiving payment, this was like a dagger to my pride. I woke up the next morning with all feeing gone as if I was an etch-a-sketch that was shaken while having King Solomon’s blueprints of the temple on it. Here is a lesson in psychology 101, I am a product of my environment, I’m dysfunctional, the demons may be mean but I’m running this show. Even though I’m a bit emotional I’ve never been a wuss. I want to be peaceful but this heroin has me nostalgic for my childhood. Women want me and men want to be me, I’m running this island or perhaps I’m delirious from the heroin, perhaps I’ve had enough but they call me genius even though I’m on the floor. This internal turmoil is grating, morbid, what do most people do when they are in a rut, there is prayer, meditation, power of will, I have heroin. Malina prays and trusts in Jesus Christ, I think it’s foolish. Perhaps to be ironic I should fool around and pray to Jesus Christ, since it seems to work for Malina. Sadly, that doesn’t seem like something that would work for me. I’m going to burn this world without leaving a trace, there have been the Nicky Cruz’s and Raskolnikov’s of the world , thugs who had fire in their eyes, but I’m ice cold, let me ask you how many thugs out there have had drug empires, money is my sacred Aphrodite, the preachers may preach against it in envy, but no matter how much you spit on Aphrodite she’ll never lose her beauty. Life starts where the church ends.
Malina:
I wish I was a little mermaid swimming by the reefs watching the manta ray and colorful fish do school as if it was Finding Nemo, while singing melodious hymns enchanting the fish and the passengers of the boats, bringing joy and uniting all. I will go to war with SeaWorld and attack the trainers, in suspense that they would feed me to the tired, unaware brood of dolphins during a show. SeaWorld has a disregard for the Hawaiian way of life. Fish are friends not food!
I wish I could escape from reality; a beautiful native was suffocated through the use of white pillow made out of dove feathers, the linens white without a trace of blood. It happened a floor above me and there are rumors that Austin was behind him. I ask him about these rumors and he tells me that prostitutes shouldn’t leave their clients in a state of confusion in a dark alley way with ideas of “aloha”. He says aloha with a gesture of quotation marks. I look him in the eyes and I’m confused, there was a long silence. He goes on to tell me that his favorite number is the number eight, as it is perfect, symmetrical and that he shot in the eight ball and he shot it in too early in the game, that he was the murderer. This hurts me to the core and I stare at the ground crying, he tells me if it’ll make me happy, he’ll turn himself in. I muster all my courage, look him in the eyes and tell him that I wished that he knew the love that Jesus has for him, that he needs to redeem himself by turning himself in. With a smirk he says he will for my sake but that that he’s not seeking redemption. If only he would’ve accepted Aloha, he wouldn’t have made this dire mistake. It’s as if Austin acted upon a story that a psychopath wrote; it was a written from a peer at our high school and I read it out of curiosity only to become sick by its cynicism. The story is about a spirituality based on sex and death. The story was about a mad scientist that created a monster that had sex and murdered the victims, the scientist lured them in through social engineering, and through this insanity the scientist apparently became the world itself, the devil, taking videos for the black market. The victims according to this deranged kid experienced heaven, apparently orgasm + death = heaven. In this the scientist created himself a spirit in a jar, a demon of sorts and through this saw the real devil. He used the money he got from selling the videos, bought mountains of heroin, overdosed in an apartment with his tongue sticking out and both middle fingers… as if that would have been possible amidst the convulsions, the scientist transcended life and became God through becoming madness itself. The kid claimed to be Gnostic, but in reality he was a devil worshiper, and Austin has followed suit, I sincerely hope that Austin will be saved but all the words in the dictionary won’t be able to explain my feelings at the moment, he crucified himself and needs to get resurrected, he is a dead soul and I want him to be a born again Christian.
Narrator:
While in prison Austin lived in self-loathing, he realized his mistake, that he the product of nihilism. That he had a pessimistic philosophy, way of life but he didn’t know the meaning behind it. Malina visited him often but he sat there brooding, hostile to her and others. She did her best to show kindness and love to him. To let him know that he wasn’t alone. One night he tossed and turned in his sleep with thoughts that the Devil and God are best friends singing folk songs in some blimp, after a while he passed out and dreamt. In the dream he saw people becoming with great pride, egoism only seeking for their own happiness, living, working, cursing each other and cursing the heavens with a morbid look in their face with fists raised up towards the heavens. He went on to see a dragon with a tail of a lion and a tongue of a snake devouring them with a laughter that can only be described as evil. He woke up sweating and ponders what the dream could’ve meant. He hears a gentle voice say that this is the end, that he is living in the end times with the destruction being the doing of humans’ hands on earth and that he too will soon be devoured by the dragon if he doesn’t change his ways. He asks who is talking to me, but hears no answer. In the silence he remembers John 3:16, a verse that is engraved on his mom's tombstone. “For God so loved the world, he gave his only son that whoever believes in him will not perish but have eternal life”. He poured his life into a prayer and repented, he prayed for hours that night and had a new radiance in his heart. The next morning, he calls his sister in excitement, and started the conversation with “aloha, Jesus loves you and I love you” he goes on to tell her the events of the night and begs her to forgive him for the difficulties that he has made for her. She responds back by saying “welcome home.”

On Joy!
Abstract: Internal happiness doesn’t come from the world but by meditating on God’s word, worshiping God, and praying. Living a life of thanksgiving, and commitments, thinking about yourself in Gods light, how not to waste your life, and focusing on God’s will for your life. This is what I have been slowly learning over the last couple of years. It is about being in peace with yourself, loving yourself by first loving God.
People tread through the woods imagining the time of sir Arthurs round table, and the battles of those great knights. With fists clenched they tread forward like the brave prophets of the desert quenching for spiritual food and water. Seeking strength in stoicism and spirituality in the love of the Lord and loving the Lord, where are they going, where are they treading towards, towards what stream, towards what oasis, when only there are mirages, the palm trees, evergreen forests, water that can only fill their quench being an improbable possibility. Will they ever be satisfied, or will they continue moving in unison like soldiers, the holy martyrs, the nuns, the monks, the simple people of simplicity seeking hope in that which is outside of themselves. Seeing spirits in the trees, the houses, in fighting the good battle, in the sun, the clouds, the birds, the fish, the animals and especially in the herbs and the mushrooms. Hunting evermore for a satisfying meal, in light, in darkness, in the evermore wonder of the imagination, but can it satisfy the soul. Is happiness to be found in these places, in this state of consciousness, in life, in death, in timelessness, or is it an ever vanishing creature, a giant in which the ancient Ukrainians believed in and the fable told that the only way of escape is through confusion, by acting like the buffoon, to put your pants on backwards, and the shoes pointing in different directions as if they were Jerusalem’s Jesters. I believe that we must fight the good fight, to seek truth in internal happiness, this is the question that I have been pondering on. I feel as if I am possessed by a messenger, an angel while the spirit of Jezebel lurks in my shadow, promising delights in the spirit of Baal, in masochism towards the unclean spirits, finding God in idols, delight in the darkest of shadows, in the sadism of pain and relieve, Jezebel is the whore of the grim reaper killing for no reason only in the objectivity, delight of possession and power, the promises of Ayn Rand. The tyrants of old and new, as the prophets weep and seek strength in God, the dictators’ lust for status, fear and the promise of the whore of Babylon, the conquering of nature and death. I have no reason for fear, for status, for power yet we all have the propensity for evil, as the Russian mystics have put it learning from the Jews, the 20th century was the century of Baal, no I have no need for these thought experiments, in finding the spirit through new porn industries, in finding the spirit in any form of Baal, in the hatred of Beelzebub, I do not want to be a slave to darkness, as only corruption is to be found in the death of the soul, in the philosophy of progress through scientism and the mechanistic way of thinking, we are all androids seeking to be human, to be natural but falling into social norms, in different ways of thinking, while we try to kill the God that left us with the paradoxical questions of life. I seriously ponder if this way of thinking is where truth is to be found or if it is poshlust? I have sought truth in this form of thinking but have only found that it only displays half of the picture of the truth. The belief that God is a mythical being outside of science has become the new stance of many of the new greats, forgetting humanities past, and even the remembrance of the instinct to worship the beautiful, the majestic, is considered to be a product of the gene fallacy, as if it was ingrained in us by the Neanderthals, the cave men that beat women with a stick over the head to prove their love for them as they dragged them home and made them sign a wedding agreement. No I believe in science, I believe in human ingenuity, and I believe that the way forward is through learning more in the sciences, science is not something that is simply believed in but is an unquestioning fact of reality, it is the study of reality, but what if I was to tell you that what we know as reality is a transcending dream, an illusion, a cradle between two abysses, and solely relying on it will only prove to use mechanisms and not agency, everything may be the bioproduct of game theory, algorithms, but there is an eternal, an infinite that displays these numbers, the Fibonacci is simply a rhythm to the orchestral background, the God behind the curtains of the thin veneer between the timelessness that the prophet stumbles upon and nature which the scholars seek. God is the infinite in the finite. Join me as I push on forward with both fists clenched, unto the promise of internal happiness.
Internal happiness doesn’t come from the world but by meditating on God’s word, worshiping God, and praying. Living a life of thanksgiving, and commitments, thinking about yourself in Gods light, how not to waste your life, and focusing on God’s will for your life. This is what I have been slowly learning over the last couple of years. It is about being in peace with yourself, loving yourself by first loving God.
Internal happiness comes from the multiverses coming together under one picture frame, the whisper of the trees melting the heart as the sunset looks over you at the beach and the doves fly over you in all of their majestic beauty. Yet this can be argued for external happiness as well, one coming from an inner joy at the face of beauty, and the other being the beautiful that brings a smile on that rose cheeked face as you see the spring blossoms grow in the end of winter, the transitioning of seasons, as Vivendi plays in your mind, the transcendence of beauty in the mundane, but is this all there is to it. This happiness is fleeting, one minute we are gazing at the face of the eternal and the next we are pondering on work, school or something else that occupies our mind, our neuron transmitters can only be open for a duration of time before we become to overthink and allow our lives to cloud the eternal. What are we wondering about, what illusions are taking over our mind when we escape the present, is there more to happiness? Is it found in being estranged to the worldly, in the nostalgic as Lots wife looks back at the pillar of burning fire, turning her into a pillar of salt? Is it found in experimenting and discovering for self, rather it be hedonism or existentialism in the gaze of nihilism as King Solomon did? He discovered that all is vanity and only God can bring joy. He lived a complex life, a life of wisdom and riches, a life of prosperity, a life that prosperity preachers can only wish to live only to find that it is vanity, rebelling in pride and lust, Job rebelled in pride and sorrow, and the prophets fell in sorrow as they saw that Gods word was being ignored, even though they found happiness in God as the birds of the sky fed them, God visited them, but we cannot control happiness and cannot stare it at its face as it would kill us as Moses discovered when he was only able to look at Gods back. God is holy, we fall short of holiness, we grovel like the pig in the mud avoiding pearls or the dog that goes back to its vomit. The holy fool being portrayed as an enforcer, a rapist and a pyro in the minds of sinners as they cheat on their wives thinking that the devil is right and that Elijah was nothing more than a mad man. They fall into internal masochism, into alcoholism, opiate users, and lost in clouded judgement as they try to discover their own joys, without God I don’t believe internal happiness can be found. We may be able to describe all of nature, the universe, the multiverse, the tree of life, the multiple branches of time being seen in the beehive but we are not happy. There is more to it than this, joy is defined according to Rick Warren as: “Joy is the settled assurance that God is in control of all the details of my life, the quiet confidence that ultimately everything is going to be alright, and the determined choice to praise God in every situation,” and by Gregory Skovoroda as “Knowing thyself,” a life of self-reflection. I believe that that they come hand to hand in holy matrimony towards the bigger picture on what internal happiness is.












CARE:
My flesh is boredom and lazy.
My spirit chooses to live a life
Life is an absurd dram, the absurdity of the surrealism of the subconscious life.
Do not play more, instead believe.
I am sick and tired of people living in virtual land
With their heads in cyber or the subjectivity of virtualism
I chose a realistic approach to life.


When I was young, I wanted to die a martyr, a saint of time. A trickster, the type to choose Christ and a Godly above life, above my knees even though I got 3ish GPA, and hacking the education board system as well as the SAT. Jesus Christ I need help, I need healing, Jesus I thank you for all that you have done. I am sorry for taking school as a joke and not trying to let an apple fall on my head as a cannonball circulates the earth to a gravitational pull. I wanted to be a great and towards the navy due to wanting to service the country, but instead than you as I am now an IT engineer. Help me to stop seeking out attention and a need for salvation, but instead allow me to take accountability for my actions through grace by taking my innocent Tale of Tales wolf costume off and recovering the lamb that I slaid -> Panda. I resume listening to Desiigner-Panda, allow me to choose you above all else instead of the sociopathic delusion of swallowing a cloud (spirit) and becoming an Air Head (candy commercial of the 1990’s.) Floating and drifting away. Into the sky as a homunculus prances and laughs. Allow me to choose grace in you.

What does MTF mean to me? The adventurous mind of DOTA
I came through the archipelago, came through the matrix it is beauty being crossed. The dust and perspiration are collecting up as I clean it and anoint it, someone must clean up inside to be able to pray. I was saved by continuously working on my outer being. The outer body partakes in sorting yourself. I am against the infamous “I” and choose to be Ukrainian Green. That previously had fun being the coolest Ukrainian of all time. I’m the type to try to make a dictator headless or strip him from his title while making fun of the life manual in a Saturday cartoonish way. Let’s not forget about the proverb: to get through the day try to wink; malla. I’m a believer that enjoys understanding, experiencing, engineering and not forgetting my essence/ necromance. Jesus Christ as all of the electricians know can be viewed as active currency, AC electricity and not simply propelling your propellers. Becoming Time * Space.
The Frog nests in the rappers dancers videos, in a nest, in their butt with his drunken fly friend, the town drunk to only be called out and go on adventure down the Mississippi river as one friend drifts on the friend that in a drunken, allergic turpitude of prune juice fell into, on the right screen as if being the young middle schooler with a gum bomb writing a threat on the mirror and kissing the upper right of the mirror, oh blissful television, don’t be fixated by the television. Spending that night on top of a red mushroom with white dots, eating from it, puking out his guts while his eyes dilate. Going to sleep then off to another adventure with the fairy princess into the sunset, that too me is what MTF means, the adventurous mind of DOTA.

If I was a Republican?
RNA sequence is found in the tongue, everything runs on credit, bitcoin. The pin will have access to your subconscious, the miracle. To clarify I am an experiment sensationalist with no political agenda or party – I don’t care for politics.
As a child I used to sing too “I love big butts and cannot lie” but thee is something more important to a person’s essence then first looks. The essence of the prophet is scripture – the highest pinnacle/gift to humanity. My problem was that I was the sleeping guy, sleeping life away, puking out drugs, robotripping, sleeping on drugs, I wanted to rest in a big butt with the town drunk, puff out colorful colors, rest, sleep, and whistle not in the sexual way but in the slothful sinful way, live like there is no tomorrow. As if I was a house – if I was a republican. Then guide two pistols too a witch’s eyes Sulphur and gun powder have salt and fire in them, as well as speed and flames. Then go river rafting on the biggest drunk in the river friend with a friend, the three amigos, the soul, the spirit and the flesh. The small guy standing on the stomach and me to the right. If I can have an adventure, I would go through a worm hole or too a glass castle, the surrealistic nature of the marionettes subconscious depths. Rolling the eyes, wagging the finger, rolling on the ground laughing, or the slow clap, thankfully I have no agenda except to live for God.

On Brainiac:
For anyone that is concerned, I am David I will like to do something in serving the Lord, anything at all. I am not a fan of rules, rules n general makes me feel like I am suffering and confused. I am concerned that I will to pay doubly my friend in fear of looney to be adventurous, or simply to become the town drunk. I would have mire than anything, not to feel pitied or that I need help. I am overly quiet and independent. I like to make a good time ad call of the time I enjoy early lift alone to think and write. My wisdom is Moscow. I am turned of reveal this information alongside the information of the superhighway in the stream of consciousness that is the internet, well I am tired. I feel like an Dostoevskyan Underground man and I am afraid of being a porno mate, in what seems like a deterministic world view. I remember arguing in a party that free will is obsolete and trivial, the woman next to me saying you forget about dystopia, so I said I’ll show you a dystopia and got them all to orgy. The neurological emblems fire in scattered, unpredictable, random order. Instead of creating a legalistic coherent neurological icon there is a game of game theory.
I don’t feel typical emotions like jealousy, I’m a little happy, a little sad just like a seahorse. A product of time that committed suicide. The boy jumping into the cold pool only to drown his tears away, High rare is fine, truly, truly people have either overdosed and not come back, or died in other ways. Save through the death of sex in others from cancer, but all I see in the metaphysical séance are floating skeletons in laxing, itself feels like a tesla coil that needs to get a life. I need, I must, caress time in the gears of the machine seeing not to get rusty. It all seems like a mirage, an empty, early promise. There is life tough. From the remembrance of the gospel, hope will live on in our imagination. The cartesian Dialects of Pandora’s box will not overcome, try to make a fruit out of nothing and you cannot, making one out of a hookah pen, and the question is asked, “who are you?” I’m to be found in the person of Christ. In the tenants of Christianity. The ghost of matter being the radius of nature, the power of the mitochondria being the powerhouse of the prayer. I do not seek complexity, and do not know how to shore this in simpler terms. The blue balloon might float with a gap in the atmosphere and flip in te fog warmth of absurdity, either way we are on the light of eternity. The eternal is real and it can be felt in the thermodynamics of heat. In the timeless I am against all arrows arguments and persons that are a loopy de loop of ad infinite or are a jawbreaker in mental faculties.
A is B, B is C, therefore A is C.
“you can try to eat a jawbreaker, bite into in, but in all seriousness, there are no issues with calculated to anchor you. Just don’t become a hamster on a hamster wheel.”


On Freedom:
Freedom is the Ukrainian sky, sneaking about in extradentary ways, to checking your heart pulse, as if the bad circle, you, or jumping into perspective to gid and jumping up and running game something pinched, on the biblical humor of the childish. Of childhood, tripping or recovering whole chasing a butterfly with a red canary toy tipping on your finger contemplating on the concept of still fate. Longing to be a romantic, a Diogenes, away in my shadow. The blissful winter building abominable snowmen and creating snow angels, realizing that God is there in the iconoclastic moments. The childhood nature of the inner child makes of song, shoot the devil in the back of the head Abraham Lincoln. Death to the Devil through Abraham!
In all seriousness in a world of colorful devils in the light of Christ, mine being the whistling devil. This is childhood bliss, the bane of the old grandma using stories to teach children morals. The safe haven of the freedom fighter, choosing freedom over to being on chains, the on chain breaking out, unclothing the guard, running away to join his wife in the park, slapped with a popsicle for showing her his tongue. Freedom is found in the little moments, this of course is parody, as illy thing with truth in it, I enjoy being playful instead of turning everything into a serious moment.
Jump the gun (a philosophy I created as a teenager, meaning jump the conclusion) shoves bugs bunny’s face into rabbit stew making him into grumpy the bear which the care bear then goes on to throw lightening bulbs. In the same cortex Hunter S Thompson spoofs a black spider making it into a snake with Catherine the great stepping on it with her high heel, “just you wait demon, snake, I’ll squish you to death.”
Have we evolved or have demons been nothing than the product of hallucinations? Away with you demon in the name of Jesus. There are n demons when there is Godly clean over of the room. I choose Jesus Christ over to paranoia, angst of the outcast. What are We doing, we need the police, as the two men get ready for a boxing match while high on acid?




How Jesus Christ can save me?
“Lord please hide the nicotine, oh Jesus Christ how I need you”
In a world where there doesn’t seem to be a real atheist since we all question, except for the troll that sperms himself while watching a dog take a shit on a doll only to become chucky the doll, the end of the troll. This man has so much sexual lust tat he is found to make fun of everything and anything. Even Behemoth, the cat peeing inside of a headless, laughing skull shows that not everyone can be saved. Want a scarecrow out of the first hockey puck, to be shoot into the goal, and out of the seasons warped reality, scoring it into the goal as Barney the dinosaur, flips of the children in a moralistic conundrum. The world brings tears to the of the evergreen, with the man shooting himself in front of a church of the warped, psychotic, delirium of the pastor. We will not die from fear, we will not be terrorized, we will choose Christ over to debasement and defilement spiritual ecstasy from masochism leads to sadism. No God’s not dead, and will never be dead. My atheism and view of nature was that of shooting myself after discovering that my significant other cheated on me with multiple weasels as I chased her into the after-life from the throne of life, only to discover that she went to Heaven and I into the purgatorial woods, pretending to shoot myself as I didn’t checkmate her only for her to be sent to Hell and applying her sexual prowess with the principalities.. I was once a specialist of despair.
How do we choose Christ in a world where there is a future for a nihilist one that is more bound than in the soviet times, hell here is how, no matter how many times we spit on Christ he will never lose his light, he will never lose the shine of relativity, as he is the highest pinnacle of beauty? In a mad world I choose Jesus Christ. Pavlov’s German Shepherds’ that treated him as a God being hanged at church doesn’t prove God unfaithful, only in the eyes of a child it does, as the child later goes on to carry a dead dog to the church in Twainian school yard atheism almost giving the Grandma a heart attack. The Holy Spirit will reign and wash away your rears and lift you up from darkness, no reason to fear, terror will no win, in this war of religion. Jesus Christ is the Light, Revelation 22: 1-5: Then the angel showed me the river of water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and the lam through the middle of the street city; also, on, either side of the river, the tree of life, withs its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever. I choose sanity in Christ; in a world of conglomeration the question has to be asked what is a true Depeche and what is Moral.

God
Depeche |------------------------------------------------| Moral
Devil

Choose a side or choose to be mora, do not suffocate in cluelessness. Satirical perspective on moral dilemmas, giving someone sugar and having them rub it on the gum, say its cocaine, start talking slowly to them and see if they call the cops, or use M and M’s and pretend it is Molly, at the church rehab with a model, make sure there is a sauna, as the crush goes makes sure that the person being crushed on has eaten fudge and pretend it is crap on the mouth, in the sauna pretend to take off your clothes with one more woman and to about to have sex, watch the lover run out with the dilemma of left, wanting to join in the girl to girl action, right say that guy, or straight fall on the ground, roll and laugh as if the Biblical Sara, the guy with the fudge is the one who created the moral dilemma, watch as all laugh hysterically, at the idea of the cops being called due to supposed defilement of the Church.
Everyone is lovely, although they may be subconsciously worshipping the principalities of darkness. Science is awesome, tech is awesome, imagination is awesome, the future is awesome, fear is not. If you have fear in you as I did choose Christ. I had fear because I went to a party, took psychedelics, went into a bad trip and saw the devil staring back at me in the mirror, asking him, “why are you wearing a Devil suit?” Being asked back, “why are you wearing a human suit,” angst from being a virgin! We must realize this so why choose Chris if we’re out of religious persecution, the dealing of a manikin that can talk?
We choose Christ because he saves us from death. The gentleman says after entering into VIP,” Leonid Andreyev is paying, he is immortal,” and the waitress responds back by saying “Andreyev is dead, puff up the cash or begone before I cross you.” In a world where God seems to play with dice, we must realize there is freedom in the resurrection of Christ. I choose freedom; therefore, I choose Christ, it is simply a choice. I choose to be Christian, and live with a good moral fiber. I choose to be Christian, because God died on the cross for me and resurrected on the third day.
As I vent out existential angst by shooting the Wild Imagination spray painted on my wall “oui.” Always on my feet, do not succumb to hatred, I love wild imagination.
It is as simple as the betrayal of relativist by Apostle Peter and I question, freedom in discipline. Do not be a Judah betraying Jesus with a cold kiss and then hanging himself, if anything chose to be like Peter who acted in the wrong but was at least positivistic for repentance. “So, when they went back to shore Jesus said to Simon Peter, “Simon, do you love me more than these?” He said to him, “yes, Lord almighty God, you know that I love you.” He said to him, “feed my lambs.” He said to him again a second time, “Simon, do you love me?” He said to him, “yes Lord you know that I love you.” He said to him, “tend my sheep.” He said a third time, “Simon, do you love me?” And he said to him, “Lord, you know all things you know that I love you”, Jesus said to him, “feed my sheep.” Most assuredly, I say to you, when you were younger you girded yourself and where you wished, but when you grown old, you will watch out yourself, and another will you and carry you, where you do not wish to go.” This he spoke, signifying, who, then glorify the world of God. And when he spoke, he said to him, “follow me.”
Do not become another statistic of lust, go straight up.
If you die and go to heaven and meet someone from early childhood and they ask, “what did you do for Christ; the truth.” Would you be too embarrassed to answer? Do not waster your life away. Christianity isn’t as simple as learning a bunch of penalties and then using the blood gained from eating a bunch of pennies to create inorganic life, it is about keeping yourself pure from the debased, no more playing at God and instead choose Truth. There is a God and be thankful that it is a choice and that you’re not being baptized in the blood of the cherubim, but in living water. As a couple has sex in the woods next to Baptism, or a teenager contemplating making the news by blowing out their brains after being baptized and almost doing it after baptism, the prophetic dreams of the harmonizing up and another about showing and making the headlines after all this isn’t the time of Corinth. We live in a rational, moral, time were sin is done in secret so do not become a pharisee or an unforgiving philistine. I choose to be a moral, rational, Christian for Gods kingdom. I choose love not suffering. We can know Christianity by what it’s not. Let’s make memories at bonfires, moonlight walks on the beat, and fellowship. Let’s build a relationship with Christ. To get me to stop just say “just stop it.” Being playful in one another’s company instead of trying to be complexes or creating complexes. I choose life in love, Christ. As he will allow me to follow my thoughts where they may lead me t ad choose my essence it is a choice to be a true Christian without an agenda or complexes, I choose Christ. The Radiance of fire, the cool of rain.

Why I am a Christian?
This one will be more serious, this will be difficult, as I am trained in comedy- although I may not be funny. I try to be witty. I have decided to stop playing at faith, I choose faith, to be a child of God because I get and understand the beauty, of worship, orchestra, band, guitar/strings, piano. From what I understand I’m a quite voice that had a hunt for biblical discussions. I choose life, existence, life essence existence, existence being the computer, the mind being a memory card in the bigger picture this Is understood through the eyes of the universal music, sending you emotions through your kinesthetic body through physical sensation. The spinal core the reflective neurons as you look into the beautiful couple under the moonlight and projecting yourself into the states. The neutral evolution-memory-realizing we are the products of ideas in our environment but what utilitarian idea gives us to playfulness of the delights fond is the mushroom hunt, or in the hunt for self in the inner self deciphering their mirroring neurons, as if they are thinking their tongues out; people watching Oh blissful nature, 1,2,3 God beat the timer or simply pass Go and collect $200 dollar in this monopolistic world. V for peace, choose life, as the old philosopher bemocked and confused into a 576-page book and comes to the idea that if a lion spoke to him in human language, he wouldn’t understand him I choose Christ because it is my priority. Rudolph became a cannibal because he wasn’t allowed to monopolize in the schoolyard.
Courage:
1. No pogodi was a satirical poke of soviet times in the USSR by an atheist
2. Master and Margarita was a satirical poke that couldn’t be published at its time
3. Zabolotsky: Was persecuted and separated from daughter due to not agreeing with the soviet school board.
Rather behind bars or in the natural habitat: the elephant paints the picture of its bars, the parrot of the dismay, the rats orthodox, the cat of wanting to eat the dog, as the woman pets the man’s head and has him fetch something. What is your mattress in gnostic turpitude, mine is Notre Dame, specifically shaking the bell of Notre Dame to awaken Christianity, so the question remains why am I a Christian? From black and white, to the landing of the mon, to the Ukrainian woods limbo to having reached the people, and the power of the moon (electricity) their guardian angel. The playful spirit of Christendom in a world of predators. The light flies opening up the path in the labyrinth otherwise known as the brain, the king tires to create New Jerusalem, build Rome in a day, by falling for all three temptations of Jesus Christ, the dollar bill sign; face of cash is the vanity of the golden touch, the emperor’s new clothes. I choose truth in the world of raining Benjamin’s. From creating inorganic life, to being one of the best Information Technology engineers out there to being gun powder, wanting to shoot down the angels not visited in the dream, in the fear of the desert. The bull selling its leg due to gambling off with the devil, snake eyes, and not being able to pay back its debt in collected souls. The leg becoming wooden and having its tongue cut out only for it to be sown back together. Let’s choose hard work, the honest life over to a life of smoking Cigars and gambling.
“Do not store your treasures in Earth but in heaven where it counts.” Otherwise you’ll be holding a gun due to suicidal ideation. The God complex is debased to the point of offering the debasement, as if you think there is cherubim in a closet and you call it Heaven and want to go to Hell. Well let me admit something, Dante was wrong. There isn’t such a thing as limbo/purgatory. Evening, the whole word for a leech only for her to prostitute herself and you those who murdered her all over again, Nietzsche, eternal recurrence, do not choose a life of banality, kitsch, but one of truth seeking, having the right motive without pretense. Choosing life over to foolishness. There is no reason for adultery and to drain your tears away. Toward away and to drown for firewood. The beauty of life is found in simplicity of eating cereal, putting out a caramel, mocha coffee for a loved one. Let’s make coffee together and understand the soul. There is a spirit, choose a wise spirit and you’ll avoid the satanic verse. I choose life in Christianity, and the black spider of the 1980’s ocean side that found her brother. In Christianity, because of the simplicity of beauty, a beautiful life style in remembrance of the Gospel over the dancing flames of the bonfire. Drinking a cup of wine behind Bach and to the place of better understanding Christ sacrificed himself for the betterment of mankind. The simple proof that it cannot be disproved. I choose to be simple over the cool, only a seahorse can. The act of sobornost in the family under a Christmas tree as an angel beams at you, makes for up, reproduction.
A pseudo cupid did not shoot Adam and have man, but Eve or a seductress leading people away into worldly knowledge. I choose life, not the whore of Babylon, although the porn star was great, then she was saved. I will be praying for your heart to be saved miss. Stripper. I choose life. I choose the creativity of the imagination found in the truth of the Bible. I have a biblical lens and cannot be pardoned from it, after all you are filled with the Holy Spirit, there is no looking back, unlike Lot’s wife who became a pillar of salt, you become born again. If you do, then don’t be of the opinion in the context of Notre Dame. The vortex of time and space will not scare us, through the secret society oil, of brainwashing house groups through nanobots, nicknamed the oil of alabaster.
God in the multiverse, the past and future fold from a continuous progression into a single frame of the present.
Everything falls under one, everything is timeless, God is in control. I am a Christian because I no longer have to put my life into my own hands. Life is the present, a gift, God is the narrator of life. I’m a Christian because God has opened doors to us to celebrate. We cannot come into one body, icons – we focus not to have an agenda. I choose Christ because of the scene of the wedding of Canna. The woman will not be a coward, as a modern-day biblical Deborah tires off a mafia, neuters them and throws the objects into a honey bucket. In Jesus Christ there is life. The emoji spectrum of the rainbow, the beauty of Gods promises to Noah and the rest of mankind. Let’s not fall into the drunken turpitude of Lot or Noah’s kid but let’s clothe our nakedness. Sin is transparent and can be viewed. I choose discretion. An argument against atheism: the atheist is like the wolf on wall street that puts up his umbrella because kids are watering flowers over him, as the moral professor has a sniper pointing at the wolf on wall street. Argument for atheism: ASCII can create B/S, the most beautiful lines through algorithm, everything is algorithms.
I choose Christ because through him I see everything else, it is not being a clockwork orange, trying to be human. Machine gun blazing at the wolf on wall street. There is more to life than the worldly question of money. Choose mammon or God. I choose God over to choosing to commit the perfect crime, a bank heist in the tall order of the Dark Knights Joker. There is more to life than the topsy turvy nature of the tittle-tattle. Do not leant or wish your tic to be called one mor month is peaceful. But in all honesty, I fear that I am an air head and that God is a Jaw breaker to be licked through, or a chocolate bunny, in all of the silliness I still choose Christ and to say no, no, no instead of his love. My love for truth and Christ began after I sat on a Black Santa’s lap, as a child, after the white Santa had a peter. What I am against most is classifications and generations in the is why. So, do you choose to love the idea of Christ. It starts with serving something greater than yourself and ends with the ultimate intimate immortality. I’m afraid of intimacy but Christ has opened the road to me. I choose Christ because he is all I know and want to know; I have studied multiple other religions. At one point, a Discordia, Gnostic, Shinto, Buddhist, of Stoic proportions. I only found truth in the Cross, as promising as the Elisa Wallan’s theory of consciousness is. I don’t want to feed into anything but pure understanding. I choose Christ because he helped me recover from the black to pill, in other words light of the snow of transfiguration through sanctification. I became a child of God’s love, an Amadeus.
Why I choose to be a Christian or better said a Child of God part 2:
Christianity is Christ knocking in your door asking you if you are to be a child, freedom and grace, personal disclaimer: the biology of sexual essence in nature. I choose God because I saw his presence in nature, int the intricate patterning of the finger, the hollowness of the rock, the beauty of the trees, Christ is the Alpha and Omega. As you gaze at the mountain, contemplating and trying to comprehend EL Shaddai, I choose Christ because I went from a spiritual Noir of seeing everything in black and white to seeing the beauty of colors, the attesting of nature in Gods divine plane.
I can be of list, the who framed Roger Rabbity type at last setting a lady with a tramp type of relationship as a kid, and dropping the piano and carving the body of a crime scene as my atheism as a child. But there is something internally more important, hope which is found to be in Christ, and the wife goes to Barcelona to chill. The healing found in the greener of nature, winter fresh, under the blue skies to be revolving at the body in the balcony. Human innovation is what parked my interest in life as a child of God, that of splitting earth worms and watching them grow back together, gene splicing, too that of discovering time travel while still maintaining your free will. Why do I choose to be a Christian? I choose to be a Christian because Christ first chose me. “I did not come to abolish the law but to complete it. I like all of my children, but I want to look back to the past only to become a brazen idol stuck n time and space. My Gravitate movement in life so far love in boot camp, due to being though discipline, yet the most memorable moment is teaming up with the greatest of women while reading the Hunchback of Notre Dame at a college library.
I choose life and to be happy in the company of family. The company of my fathers family. I view all of my writings/music/ and stories as a place t get lost in, I may be done with the everlasting hobby of writing, the immortality of Athens temples. This doesn’t’ hold an instrument to me, as I may be Moiko or Mello, this doesn’t hold an importance to me, Christ does. I choose Christ because he allowed me to heal in two warped mind where I believe faith is the product of kinesthetics, where body heat, atypical sensation are the answer of understanding in other words archway and its relationship to the electricity I cannot help but feel like I am wrong. There is more to truth then we can possibly comprehend, why not choose to live life to the fullest, the simple bill of the joy of looking at the sunset while a loved young adult dances with you wearing a flower crown, singing worship.
You can’t prove or disprove the existence of God but if you need an argument, I cannot view logic, amongst shadows as my favorite way of looking at the subjectivity of coetaneous. I must work on courteous, being a gentleman, not being emotionally driven. Not to complain at will concerning the will of the body that leads to idolatry, adultery, or choose GOD DUH VALUES. Learn to be wing a house above all else, Jesus Christ is love, Holy Spirit is the best friend, and the catechism of God being Justice, over all else merit.
I was in need of a mechanical judge as I am wicked, power of character, have intimacy postulates, but I will seek Jesus Christ above all else. A personal vocational worship with Jess and the comminutes growing in Christ. I get distracted easily. If I start to annoy you please say “just stop it” or bear with me, as I can be in a vixen way. I willed my best in the best I can be for you. Jesus Christ is about a proper understanding of the universe, or life, or existence ad not simply about “evolving”. I choose Christ because he is my anchor, the turn on of Tegula Rosa, the key to understanding the rational cartesian dialectics of the certitude, I am into education. The misunderstandings of Hellfire, I am not sorry for my sinful nature of greed, although I can be self-interested and must learn to focus on humbling myself.
I must focus, Jesus Christ help me! “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whoever believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” I choose the eternal because Christ first chose me. His love is incomprehensible, I don’t deserve it but for some reason he chose to love me, in my blueprint, a person like myself. I choose God because he first chose me in cremation. I would have become afraid to answer the door. He gave me one edge to delude my life to him, I was truly blind in my slumber. Please don et your best friend to pass you by due to your heart vulnerabilities, He will not disappoint you. God Will provide.

Why I made my Father a Pastor – Why he wants me to repent for making him a pastor – Why Ge is my role model?
My father is a great man, a good man, and a Godly man. A teacher, who was helping me thing by humble over due to having a dream of himself wearing dirty clothes in Church, in cheek woke up, I dared to come under the influence of the church. It was a question of saving him, from obscurity. As his fable went being a fisherman that caught a golden fish, my favorite of fathers seen as the truth, similar to the stick that Tolstoy had, in my case the Golden Fish was perceived to be a woman. Elders away to the third option is that comes with the will under Gods will – a love for Christ. My Dad is a hot head though, inflamed by moral conduct, a true Ukrainian elder. I respect him and therefore decided to make for him a pastoral role. I need to bow down and say I repent for making a man obsessed with hats like the Mad Hatter into a pastor, due to his character problems ad wish of not being idolized. I choose him due to the parables he shared with me as a child and the moral storied. I can be a jerk, I needed to respect the wishes of the cherubim, Dad if this reaches you, know that I am truly sorry and ask that you forgive me for doing something you didn’t want me to do, in your modesty, Dad forgive me.

How does God Speak and in what ways?
Jesus Christ help me – I need your help – to hear you true voice the soft whisper in the wind of the desert, the voice telling and giving up instruction according to the Bible.
God is an unbelievable voice tune that cannot be comprehended, or understood, when God speaks to you there is no mistaking him from your typical thoughts, or from the voices of psychosis, holy continuously. In a Ukrainian place or to be anti-authority we only want to invade the greatest argument for Gods existence and then be vacillated on two or the Cristine chronicles. In the angst of the moment, we may just stick out our tongues, how do we overcome satanic anxiety, paranoic through cards and the whisper, telling us what to do, everything will be okay, to have us made into satisfactory whole people.
Don’t make the Holy Spirit mourn!
God uses prophet and interpreters of tongues to speak amongst prayer righteous. To the prophet and make sure they’re not a fake prophet, or you may believe as I did that, you’re a lie of atheism. Do not go seeking prophets, wake up allot are not false prophets. The best way to conduct with God is through reading his word and prayer. Where two or more believers are God is amongst them.



Where do you think you need a break through?
I believe I need a breakthrough in better understanding what I need to do, and to let go of my past. Not to get nostalgic for where I came from but to look upon the present and live day by day without getting or sleeping upset. Don’t go to bed angry. I need to let go of my past up for restoration. I forgive them, Lord Jesus please forgive them. I thank you for that you have done for me in my life. Jesus, I need your help in being more self-aware, more self-allowed, not to rely on anything but you. Allow me to let go of twisted legalism fully not to simply live by the law but in grace. Let it be, I need to let go of all my past except for essence. Concerning those flamed prayer, it was a theory done through mathematics to better understand faith through kinesthetics, body heat, and sensations. I am going to need to let go of experiment sensationalism and experimentation for faith. Grasping something not through the laws of nature but simply through what the Bible says. To understand the Bible for what it is and not what I want it to be. To separate Bible and life, separation of church and state, but above all else choose God above all else, in a graph have a huge circle of God<spiritualism> and a little circle in it for life.
I choose to be a true believer of Christ no matter what I need to learn to be quieter, more respectful of by enduement, moral fiber, and above all come to the growing in my relationship with God and growing with him spiritually through sanctification in a twenty-two hundred put myself in someone else’s shoes. I choose life over to death I need to give up suicidal ideation or instead choose hope and healing in Christ, as I can’t sex suicidal ideation out of my system. I am no longer afraid of darkness or someone for Satan Strawn-psyched out, I choose Christ, Christ is my protector from psychosis. Therefore E=mc^2 in understanding the Bible, from Eve eating the fruit of good and evil to the resurrection of Christ, prayer is key.

Thank you for reading my book, try not to be daffy in the chase after grace!
 
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