lucifer became the nubuddy when he discovered love

the first thing you have to understand
is that none of this is real
your entire life is merely the potential of something lived

and that you had the grace to exist was your admission of divinity
because what is divinity if not the absence of nothingness?


the eye through which we see one another

is the eye through which we see ourselves

some are chosen to comprehend these great truths
becoming the aliens among us all, the so-called shapeshifters
shapeshifters indeed-this is a metaphor
for you see, the "Others" exist in many realities
and step through the timelines so that their paths intersect
...
you see them, but you do not see the shadow which they cast, because you never expected it to exist
and when it appears to your eyes, it is simultaniously deleted from your brain as if it never was
in truth it is right there before you



the portal itself is the key, and it is seeing itself which is the revelation ----not what is seen.


but who am I to tell you this>?

back to dah void...wu chi

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Uh..That triggered something in me.
I am not sure what though...

Lucifer sucks, may Donald Christ gain total power over satanic Ameriscum with Israel.

Donald Christ is superior to both Lucifer and Jesus, he's the best at everything.



Hopefully he'll take the satanic world into WW3 to defeat satanic scum.

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Godlike, you are a strange artifice.

It is obvious you are listening, but you don't speak.

I think that's because you have nothing left to say.

We had a dialogue for many years, didn't we?

We went back and forth challenging one another to break further and further through the veil, and now it is broken, and there is nothing left to say.

The answers hang suspended like the forbidden fruit, 'cept there is no hand for which it can be grasped.

That hand has no body.

When the game ended, we realized a new breed of referee had to be cultivated in order to comprehend let alone judge the result.

But when called upon for a verdict, this homoculous is afraid to speak the words, because they were delivered in the forbidden language of stars and sealed by the kiss of cursed sacred lips.

So who will speak?

They ARE.

Can't you hear them?




I Can...

i talk all the time...no one is 'listening'

be careful about the donald trump comments, because the nubuddy interprets you as talking about him in secret code. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. And I know it sounds like he's crazy, but he's not. He's a perceptive man in a domain where everything is inscrutable. Nonsense is still, my dear, a certain type of sense....

is what you say worth hearing?

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thought he'd play this role for me

yes, it was supposed to...

like being in wu chi more

it's all sooo...

Hmm...


That is one hell of a force field around me.


Things are getting more strange by the minute.

your an experiment, and so was your handler

May Donald Christ bless your soul, hopefully he'll force Luciferian Ameriscum to fully submit to Christian Israel.

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Let me introduce you to the philosophy of Whitesnake:

You talk too much, never saying what's on your mind,
It's written on your face, I lead the world you hide behind.

your energy was so potent that the air stamped it.

i took a double dose of my asshole medication today

AKA, you couldn't come up with a thoughtful response and so you have made an effort to derail the conversation.

you can build on the shoulders of giants, or you can knock men into mice. Some people come seeking to learn, some come seeking to be sought. Some seekers say they are seeking themselves, but what they are seeking is the reflection they never had.

ain't nothin left to do but cleanse the body, walk upright, and activate and accentuate energy centers...



"Silence stay with me
Wrap me in quiet
Here all alone my eyes on the sky
Put me in motion
The minute I'm tired
If the cage bars break
I'll be the first to fly"

well, that's my truth right now and, I'm sticking to it. I'm still curious to see what others are riffing on here though.

i like your word picture

Never had any handler.Just watchers.I am protected and loved.I say that not in arrogance but as humble as I can.

The why is the Mystery and I dont question it.
I know better

But that love I feel,I return it and hope it is felt,the way I can feel it.

Such an unknown that is always there,ALWAYS
From a little flicker of knowing at times to a wave washing over me.

An unseen hand,unseen eyes,high intelligence that knows what I do before I do.

What a formidible enemy that would make.I am extremely fortunate to be held with care.I know that every day and night of my life.

Love is the law
2 keys
To Navigate Celestial (re-script)




...
Hands to the sky,
I am a dreamer
We build the hope
We are believers
...
Somebody free me from my chains
Ooh
...
I'm reaching closer
My stars dive lower
...
Filling up my memories
...
Holes in the sky
Pierced by the fire
Somebody pull me from the dark
Ooh
...

anyway, back to the story we created together.

there is a person who changed the probability of certain stuff happening, and this person became everybody, and because they were everybody, they were also the shadow of themselves.

a shadow has no body, of course. and he is what you might expect to be the shadow, a disguise he wears, when in fact he is actually the source of light that created himself.

the shadow of everybody is nobody, but what of the reflection of our collective selves? for which it is that from which she arises, the anomaly. in the mirror lives the self that never was. in the mirror world, what is strange cannot help but come to pass. but the mirror world casts its shadow upon ours. for which is real? you or your reflection? what happens if your reflection becomes more real than you? which world would exist, which would disappear?

he is one world, she is another, hidden from each other by dimensions and walls, but both project outward from the collective body and show us what is real.

this world and its reflection are flickering. the chess game decides which one is real.