A skit of three lines:

Man: I am the son of God!

Woman: That’s blasphemous!

Man: But sister, surely you know our father?

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; entanglements defined by the communication process of Server, Client, Holy Internet.

I’m just being me as I understand God wants me to be. What am I doing? I don’t fukken know, dude. But thank you for the thanks.

Me, Victorious Phoenix. Name, I dunno, The After-effects of Perceiving and Undoing the Karmic Fetters that Bind One to the Existence-illusion Complex. I am attracting attention to my educational (f)art project God trained me for and makes me do.

It’s all topology, man. Well, technically entanglements, really, but you read The Buddha et al, right? Christ said the same ish - Server, Client, Holy Internet - just different pedagogy, just as occult leaders have done to teach the hidden throughout history.

Culture grows exponentially

To fit t needs of technology

Naturally, mechanized bein

Grow bigr than soul creatin

A good intention uses tech

To grow outside of the net

If you are just a cyber man

Then the Borg is your plan

So be as Christ was and is

Why don’t you create ur biz

Fish an’ bread how do feed

Oh fulfill society’s big need

Infinite power availabl now

Become God or I tell u how

Then I be what you do obey

But ‘I’ is which pyramid say

Johnny Tremain getting set up to be falsely accused was not a random plot point; it is the nature of the Decentralized Empire of the Sacred Heart.

I will now attempt to explain the message of the poem in plain logic. This is difficult because our conceptualization of reality is different for each individual; eg, my mother had AIDS and died, therefore “mother” is a fundamentally different category for me than most people.

Therein, one can predict a sizable percentage of the population and plan around their natural response; eg, Trump, as he portrays himself and the News in all its forms, is guaranteed that 48% of the population hates him and 33% loves him, this second time around at least. But, what I’m saying is, the people who engineered our culture have done so planning for the vast majority and taking into account those who are divergent. These divergent people are “Neo” from the Matrix, which is entirely about Judeo-Christian mysticism, if you were unaware. They plan the culture to find the unique souls and then draw them out of the pack.

I am now going to say this as clearly as I can:

I HAD A BREAKDOWN IN COLLEGE WHEREIN I JUDGED THE WRATH OF MY FATHER A BIGGER THREAT THAN THE UNITED STATES MILITARY AND I TOLD MY ROTC CADRE THAT MY NONEXISTENT SISTER GOT ME PREGNANT. Ok, technically it was one psychologist I told that, but you understand MKULTRA and Star Gate are the exact same thing? They were old names for our enlightenment program, which is based on thousands of years of experience with dealing with those people who understand what the Oracle and Architect told Neo, objectively, and thus I am telling you, I’m just straight up fucking being honest right now, this poem is functionally state-sponsored.

Because “occult” just means “hidden” and we’ve engineered our culture around those people who cannot think for themselves while simultaneously guiding those waking up to the matrix into the occult. We’ve gotten exceeding efficient at it. I’m just a product. I don’t know what literally Obama was thinking when he signed off on what they did to me, but here I am, messiah candidate extraordinaire. Has anyone tried copying my capacity to make near-perfect line-length poems with a skilled rhyming scheming and general coherence in conveying a pedagogical message? Try it.

It took me twelve years of daily writing to get to this point. I died multiple times. They just sent a laughy face my way. They use Pegasus II to fuck with me. They do it skillfully. BuT tHaT’s ScHiZoPhReNiA!!! Y’know, that thing I faked. I am differently, due to emotional dysfunction and a specific, rare type of autism/ADHD that gets mistaken for Schizophrenia. I literally handed the /b/ a coach-pitch grand slam, because it doesn’t matter what I write. You either see me or you think I’m crazy. Kinda hard to be in the middle with me.

Just like Jesus! But this is your culture, your operating system, because all countries are kinda sorta America now. We don’t allow anything outside of the Oceana, Eurasia, East Asia division, because that is what is evolving our technology the fastest.

The Illuminati invaded the U states ages ago

They were net 2 catch those who want2 kno

Is it the occult you seek, or do u wanna burn

The church to the ground? Well, some learn

That what is hidden are the entanglements

Defined by whichever intention is thus sent

Back2 Server as Client across Holy Internet

Because we are God! We just had to forget

In order to make new independence beings

Thus America has a certain type o meaning

That being to help those lost perceive knot

That makes u “u,” and to be part of the plot

Need to learn command, starting with self

Because if you can’t save world, who else?

Thus the product of nations is free souled

Beings who know what it means 2b whole

I didn’t see this. No, I smoke some weed here and there, but I’m schizoaffective. That’s the drug I’m on, with antipsychotics, even!

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I want to make a podcast BUT NO! The CIA says I have to get famous first! Gotta get big arrested again, only this time for using my penis wrong in a public setting AND in my window, which is why I think Epstein is alive cuz obviously I’m a cop, too. Like, Jesus. I can just hide by talking about ballsacks for twenty minutes before revealing that MKULTRA and Star Gate are the same exact fucking thing; they were old names for our enlightenment program. I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant because I judged my father’s wrath more of a threat than the United States Military, that’s why I’m forced to do this. But I’m serious about making a podcast. Just gotta jump through some hoops for God, those dicks.

Why does dog have thumb. This breaks the realism for me. Cannot suspend disbelief, like, ok, I get that it’s a dog, but if dog has nose snout then it smell and it cook good. But then thumb, and I don’t know what to think of this. Big bowl of oatmeal in a frying pan? I mean, I don’t understand Basquiat, either, so it better to just wise how that it goes the way it can best be, yea?

The first has Christ on their side

Just so their’s no misunderstanding by the illiterate and ignorant, I’m saying Jesus stands with us LGBTQ+ people. Therein, with no cultural structure to enforce positive behavior, the sexually immoral people (rapists, molesters, public masturbators, peeping Toms, etc) don’t get the same feedback to save themselves from themselves.

There is pride and there is Pride

The first has Christ on their side

The latter knows not battle won

And thus cast out brightest sun

B happy b love but know divinity

Server client holy internet trinity

World b illusion the Buddha sed

The wolf inside is the wolfs fed

Entanglement is all u r made of

Make sure knot not lust but luv

Furry creature types with ease

Paws playing music with keys

Telling their feeders what2 do

Are they predators or is it true

If you die the beast will eat yu

Barfing up sum vry nasty goo

Barbed penis and many fleas

But I wanna pet them, please

And, like, he reminds me of things he forced me to do in the side-mouthed context that the police are going to bring it all up. Like, we were walking to this Buddhist center, and my foot wasn’t in horrific shape, but it was bothering me and I realized that even if we hot-footed it, we would miss the time it started. I tried getting us to slow down.

So he insists on getting a shopping cart and pushing me. He brings back one that’s melted. He insists on pushing me. I think nothing of it. It’s clearly a no longer of value cart, so my thoughts revolved around how it wasn’t stealing. Then like a fire happened that day, and he brought up how our GPS was in the area, and this is the shit that sticks out in my head.

Have I been set up? There’s so much shit like this, where I trusted him, and now God says that things can disappear if I stay as sober as possible. But is that manipulation? I’m trying. Why does no one message me? Why does no one say hello in public. I’m too scared to do my juggling because I realize what he has done. And he helped me. He’s the reason I was able to quit meth. And then he fucks with my head. God’s fucking with my head now! How did that happen, I wonder? Are these two things related? Is that what he’s done? He’s made me full-on, hard-on crazy.

I’ve got to get my shit together. My life is in free fall and while I take responsibility, it’s not my fault. I didn’t cause this. Did Neo go to the Oracle or Architect by choice? Neo didn’t cause those meetings and encounters; the system he was in brought him to those points. We have free will, but therein, the only thing we directly control is our intention; everything else loads in procedurally based on how you are and have entangled yourself with Karma.

I didn’t choose to tell my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant. My dad chose that, not in one instance, but besides a hug every day after he violently destroyed my life in the years following my mother’s death, where he flashed money to collect gold diggers that would hurt me more with their departure, besides a hug after causing so much pain to me, he never did anything to change or show remorse.

Even in the present day, he can’t even acknowledge he did these things. Same thing my life partner does to me. But he’s CIA, obviously; he said I’m not allowed to call him my handler because it would affect the court case. I’m getting famous, remember? But…did…did he lie to set all this up so I look like Charles Manson?

I was supposed to get arrested for half a year when he set things up that made me think that. But other people did that too. All these cross-talkers in public, I’ve deduced they don’t actually know anything about me. Their local network talks about me, but they don’t know anything about me. I’m sure there’s a handful that read these things I write, and they pass on the messages to everyone else.

But then why don’t they help? I HAVE TO GET ARRESTED AND IT HAS TO LOOK BELIEVABLE. How could this happen? How can people listen to and let their neighbors go insane, screaming their head off, police getting called ONCE when I was being choked and this pisses me off. I have met no one here. No one says hello.

No I take that back. Two men said hello. One wanted me to move furniture out of an apartment I had never been in. Didn’t seem wise. The other started talking to me, then I said something and he started ignoring me. He cross-talked to me the other day. I wave hello, he ignores me. When I drink too much, he shames me.

Do these people not understand they cause things. I cause a lotta things. Because of me a full percent more of human beings on the planet know what topology is. I did that. And while I take responsibility for the holes in the wall and admit I headbutted those fucking holes n dents, I was not the cause.

My life partner uses my traumas against me. He deliberately sets me off. Like, literally trying to push all my buttons. I’ve been running on the assumption that this is for my benefit, to give me chances to strengthen my prefrontal cortex, and it has grown stronger! But, I worry. I look like a monster. He looks like a victim.

Well, he does choose to live like a victim of his mom. He’ll forever be defined by his mom the way he holds onto those traumas and relishes in them. But is that a lie too? Are they working together? What even is reality? I know love, I’ve felt it from my mom and God and likewise my life partner. But I don’t have any of that shit for myself.

I have a ring; it spins and has spiders on it. There’s a story behind it. I found it for someone, but it wasn’t the ring they lost. They let me have it. It represents selfless service. My life partner did something once where he took my ring off while talking about love. I should do things out of love, not service. And there is service in love, but it goes higher than that.

But what do I do? I can’t tell what reality is. They set me up. He set me up. Out of love. I can twist reality that much for myself to be able to ignore and forgive and forget all transgressions. I’m the schizophrenic one. He’s a schizoid, yes, but he knows what reality is. He defines it for me. Is that good or bad? It just is, man.

No, he refuses any attempts to get him help. He’s in the hospital involuntarily right now. I need therapy, and my doctor asked, “do I want therapy?” And I said yes, and here we are, no therapy, because she was just gping line-by-line in her computer to shoe me out the door as fast as possible so she can meet her quota of fifty patients seen a day. Don’t worry though, I’m pretty sure I’m being set up by the CIA, who is my life partner, and I’m going to get infamous and that will transmute to fame once everybody starts digging through my educational art project to realize that while I say it funny, it really is the fucking CIA/men in hats that are pulling my strings so I make all this fucking counterintelligence for them. The education part was my idea.

You ever put your big toe in a man’s vagina? You get gravy on it, so keep doing that til gramma comes to spitoonize your sole with a rogue derriere of totally insufficient maricores of marriage. I don’t have time for this ish, ma, don’t even fuck my dick, it’s got nine clits, all of which are ready for a round of roodabockin, like Bitch Marymore didn’t even cause how that which was has been the thing that most took the pride out of how no way could be wiping. That’s why my ass is like this. And why’s that paper pink? You got a bum meme dude. Like, straight up boondocks bootleg boogers. Boy.

I don’t have anyone to talk about these things with. I hurt him by assaulting him, but he hurts me in ways that causes emotional dysregulation in myself. He’s lying in so many ways and I feel like I’ve been set up yet I can’t tell what reality is, having been previously taken advantage of by a cult. Something is wrong with him, though. I don’t think he can help himself. He’s finally being seen by doctors but this may be a ruse and is how he is framing me to be the devil. I can’t stop drinking knowing something is wrong while sinking and being alone. He helps me so much, but likewise sabotages me in my efforts to create sustainability. I feel like I’m forced to do whatever he wants us to do, which is never healthy as a whole.