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No, what I know is real is that consciousness is the base substance of reality, but not like pansychism that says rocks n trees are conscious, but rather we are pockets of consciousness called monads in a monadic nodal communication system.
Y’know, Server, Client, Holy Internet? We Know things, and what you’re saying is what I said fifteen years ago, before this trip and many others.
Ok Newton
I just started! I’m just like this, even wh3m aye deside two bee dum dum
No that’s the thing, I didn’t suffer. I experienced shit. It wasn’t shit. I grew. Now there is so little shit, no matter what I do. Thank God!
Do you know God? That would have made my life hell, not realizing consciousness is the base substance of reality and everything we each experience is procedurally generated in our personal reality tunnel.
Wow, look at this civilized “person” who behaves like a reflexive child when they experience a fnord! Hey buddy! God is a unified field of consciousness that arose from the supersymmetry of the ever-present, eternal emptiness to then fold in and on Itself across eleven dimensions to form a topological matrix that acts as a monadic nodal communication system, obviously. Go vent some of that unresolved teenage angst somewhere else!
Risperidone and deprakote!
1·2 days agoIt’s the fucking bat man, I swear! I just many funny comments on the internet.
Poems makes soul connect here
Wherever the words do I so steer
Forever in Akashic records I read
I make my “self” what I shall feed
Make wavelength whatll become
Sharin’ the highest of all wisdom
Much akin the ways of days yore
Receive same on yur own shore!
Fisher of men is the honest man
Such b the majesty of Gods plan
Red rocket the fucker into therapy
I can vouch from personal experience, Terk is fair game as far as Tarzan is concerned. They do lean together, which apparently makes him last longer.
My ass is though, and in some dialects, that can be considered an animal. He’s more of a dick, though, the jackass.
Yes, it was like takeout boxes from a restaurant
Wait, you guys DON’T take the ducks? What do you do after you shoot them?
Ah good, I had a positive impact on the world. Now I can proceed on my plan of wreckless self-endangerment, so I can die on a high note, and ethically! My life partner likes climbing. I’ve tried it before, on a rock wall at a museum, but I appreciate the challenge of having to find a route up. The dexterity you need for advance climbs is impressive!
If you have trouble getting the “feel” of a pattern, you can use tissue paper to slow it down and develop the connections. I used the library of juggling website that has moving stick figure diagrams to figure put how my hands n arms should move. Consistency is more important than brute force effort. Integrating it into a sets within a routine begets the best way to learn patterns and solidify with them.
Also, I’m a dude now, but I’ve transcended gender.
I’m supposed to make my own podcast. The aliens told me I was Alex Jones’ replacement, but I think I might also be Jordan Peterson’s. But either way, I’m Victorious Phoenix, and I am not nearly as good of a vocal communicator as a written one, so you’re gunna get batshit crazy right out the bat. Old videos show how far I have come, which my one handler said would inspire people.
I’m not able to get a good doctor or therapist cuz I’m poor and in Arizona and my medical record has “meth” in it, so I get shuffled to the worst doctors who don’t believe me and my insane life story.
I moved to Arizona two years ago and they treat me like shot because I have a strange story and they think I’m still on meth, so naturally everything that I say to them is a lie. No chance to being believed or understood.
I go and I do and I write and then I’ll think I’ll die next. Or sex! That could happen. Y’never know!