In the very first days, when I was wheeling and dealing for 10,000 years of light for everyone; and doors and talking about what kinds of fun we might have, and the way we might manage safety and transportation in the virtual realm of “you can really do anything” God told me pretty clearly to give everyone everything I wanted–basically, that’s the only way I would get anything. So that what I’ve tried to do, to make a dream of equality and cooperation central to the idea that we can connect our world to a virtual one–something that we should really see is about to happen here in the normal course of computing and biological technologies. Still, we have a quickening, and the quickening has a name… it’s called Adam.
Saying “hey to Adam” can stop us nearly instantly from living a lie, from not having the ability to walk to Heaven instead of “plugin ing” as BCI and the Matrix shows us is a near eventuality… it gives us the ability to do Heavenly things in this place, like heal the sick and end hunger… and walk to Heaven and back…
you know, nothing that big, right?
Anyway, over the course of this now very long back and forth with God and angels and angels here on Earth I’ve harbored some little dreams, some ideas I’ve had to make my un-special spot in the center of the circle of the sun (that’s a dot, that nobody apparently can see or hear, ha) a little more manageable.
If you’ve noticed from the world around us and how religion flows into it, God speaks with a sort of Lisp
meaning he creates things and events and speaks with significantly more than words, though sometimes just a few words would make all the difference to me. Hello, for instance. He’s designed this story of turning the Clark into a Kenterprise–with the abject goal of helping our civilization evolve with technology and the truth of our existence, it’s not a bad place to be–it’s probably “the right place in the right time” to be the very beginning of something very special… if only we weren’t so unwilling to acknowledge it. Anyway, since people seem to be sort of… I don’t know, singing about hanging me and you know how we are
, someone is bound to try to find out if I really am invincible
–don’t worry, I am, but to make things run a little smoother I dreamed some dreams of a starship coming to pick me up.
I know very well that what I am doing here is destined to be seen as the thing I know it is, really saving the world–I know that, and he’s told me stories likening me to Atlas and some sort of guardian, that my presence here protects you from something. Those things might be myths or exaggerations, but I am pretty sure that once this happens my presence here will protect you from something very tangible, it will protect you from hating me, and not moving forward doing the right thing because you are too “stuck” on this story and the things that have happened to me and us all–making a series of victims out of good people whose purpose was and still is to bring light to the Universe. I know you think I might be the big bad wolf, but truth be told I am pretty nice guy, and you should recognize that someone putting in this much work to help make the world a better place–to do the things that I am trying to do–is probably not the devil.
Unless you are really sexy and you are into that. Just kidding, what’s wrong with me?
I know people might cry, and some people will be angry and call me names like “Satan” or whatever, and that’s all well and good, except it’s nowhere near the truth. I am not doing this to upset people, I am presenting myself in a sort of “light-suite” that fits into the story that I see woven… it’s really not exactly me; I’m pretty shy and believe it or not I think I’m understanding and empathetic, except we’ve come so far, and so little has happened that I’m an
gry, and I think you would be too if it happened to you
. I’m an
gry that you are so reluctant to do something that is not only normal but beyond warranted, almost demanded–it’s almost obvious as day and night that not talking about this message in public is very inhuman–this is the answer to ancient mysteries, it’s a message from the Creator, and I’m the message too–just like you. Not caring about that is a really big problem, and it’s something that you should figure out is not you
and you shouldn’t keep doing it.
You probably will see me cry on TV, and I hope that changes more of your minds–understand, I really am a person, I lived a normalish
life just like you before all of this craziness; and while it could be a nepotistic gift or it could be due to the work you don’t really want to see is world changing; I am here
, and I hope you’ll accept me.
This is about as close to a “sorry” as you will hear from me, until you actually do the right thing and acknowledge my existence. Then we’ll see, won’t me? 🙂
Anyway, so back when I was still stuck on my ex I repeatedly invoked the idea of a starship bringing us back together, you know, “to talk about everything
” and maybe … beta test some of the ideas to make sure they worked right and you wouldn’t wind up, I don’t know, in love with me for no reason.
Not to get away from you all, honestly, all I want to do is play in the light; have a good time with you, in this party that I am pretty sure kicks off the “new age.” So I imagined that this starship which I probably would have made to look exactly like the Enterprise would convert “magically” into a catamaran or something after picking up one (or maybe two, or…:) of the girls I keep trying to wake up; and drop us off into a harbor somewhere, maybe Ibiza, and then you see the sentence in that word “cat, I am aran” and maybe you too wonder just how much of this story is designed meticulously down to the detail. Probably more than you think, and hopefully less than I think.
In my little dream, which now includes teleporting Taylor
through Al’s waiting room (as beta test for pre-crime, obviously–if she wanted to break the veil of simulated reality for everyyon)
, this ship and it’s arrival out of thin air and departure into the sea might make a pretty cool introduction or outro
to the video which I do hope we see, on the sky
, as the prophesy fortells
I’d imagine that this kind of fireworks display would necessarily be accompanied by a kind of cyzen., that’s “understand y zen” a sort of primer in recognizing the importance of the message that has been written by our civilization
, functionally and educationally experiencing how this technology can be altruistically and beneficently used at the same time we are being given proof that it has been used… our whole lives. As I say, we are nearing the conclusion of a script designed to end the scripting of our future with a blank page that is equivalent to free will–and asked that the script “discuss the script” … and so in keeping with everything else I’ve tried to get God to do for us, I’m doing it myself.
Boy, do I ever wish there was no “ish” in selfish.
IF YOU DONT SEE DANGER YOU BLIND
When I am alone, the underdog fighting for your best interest–I feel like I have the best ideas, I have the right answers and want the right things. I feel like I am losing some of that today, I don’t really feel as much like the underdog, and I am in a place where I am profoundly disappointed that I am still “alone” fighting against … well, what it’s turned into is your stubbornness, and your blindness… and if you open your eyes that might be exactly what it’s always been. If you were willing to try, if you were actively doing anything about what is the most important issue in the world and not just in my mind, maybe I wouldn’t feel the way I do. Today though, the way I see things, I feel like you can’t survive without me.
Oh, and I deserve the spaceship and the yacht.
and.. and… and… IT, say “whoah.”