God told me you dingleburgers come across a word like dingleburgers and your brain turns off. This is something I think is important to understand: defining a word is a fundamentally different skill than understanding the function of a word and using it correctly. If you were to ask me about this word I invented entirely on my own (as opposed to some words God had me nonce to invent), phenomequalitesselation, this is the definition I am going to emgineer right now.

Phenomequalitesselation (n) - the retrocausal force on our pocket of negentropy that gives us free will in a mechanically-defined system

And it's just obvious what that means. No, uh, a better way to teach what this is, is to describe how a molecule is controlled by the cell its in yet influences the cell with its presence, God reaches back in time to alter history, and our most human of choices, good or bad, influence God in the continual weaving of Karma, which is what also causes the Mandela Effect.

How to explain? Easy! It's the first fackin' page of the Bible! Something our earliest homonid ancestors MUST have figured out, likely with a stick and a rope, and undoubtedly some magick mushrooms, was sacred geometry, which denotes the innate pattern of normative proliferation of negentropic phenomequalitesselation colloquially referred to as our Brahmic-source God as it grows logarithmically more complex as subpatterns come together to form superpatterns.

Thus, the seven epochs of novelty within the topological matrix we are not IN but ARE, are:

Alpha>Light

Light>Matter

Matter>Molecules

Molecules>Cells

Cells>Creatures

Creatures>Humanity

Humanity>Omega

And to explain that further, the Alpha/Omega are the transcendental object at the end of time, the thing humanity WILL create, the restaurant at the end of the universe, which is the transcendental particle that can exist in multiple places at once and communicate instantaneously with itself across any distance creates a wave of negentropy, light, from the entanglement structure of how it came to be, influenced retrocausally in the eschatological reconciliation of always manifesting the same Omega, regardless to the changes to the timeline.

Y'know, in one timeline, Hitler got into art school, and all of history from that point reconciles with the Omega, which is what synchronicity ultimately is, but those other universes are not destroyed! They are eternal, as all choices are (you're going to sit with the person you hate most in that restaurant called Heaven), and the cool pataphysical technology God has created from Himself is Karma, where us monads are woven between parallel universes based on setting our intention in order to always reflect our intention back at us, intelligently, to perpetually condition someone aware that there is nothing random as everything we experience is procedurally generated based on our entanglements with past n present Karma, obviously.

Here's a fun way to visualize superpatterns emerging from subpatterns:

https://youtu.be/C2vgICfQawE

So, along with my ban from X, which pushed me here as my life partner found after his Reddit ban, I now have to go on Blue Sky and pretend to be retarded, because aliens. Sigh. Well, y'know, X was garbage; I could definitely see why I could be useful there, edumacating n all. And the thing, y'know, if I was forced to pick if I were on the left or the right (I choose up AND down), I would pick the left ideological, kinda, but fully uncensored, I definitely fit better in the alt right. Superpositions! Which is why I am bait in our police state.

This is where I don't know where reality begins or ends. Obviously, the good cops of the world have both my and my life partner's IP and MAC addresses, and they know who tf I am, no doubt, having been v& before to stay a week in the hospital, no questions asked, though they did get to look at a phone I was given the night before FOR MY MISSION I was told, but the bad cops? Y'know, the ones in Arizona? Joe Arpagio is a shit-fucker from the planet of bimboozly manaherds, that's what I'm saying with this paragraph, obviously.

And that's where the scary thing lies; these live blue retards might actually think I still do meth, which means justice for me involves these pigs setting their intentions with training in putting me away, which is a different thing entirely than carrying out justice. But y'know, when all those people out in the world today were cross-talking to me when I was near them because I stole a box of offbrand Walmart Benadryl last night in a way that caused a disturbance (flipping tables), I learned something: these fucking idiots whom I THOUGHT and still kinda think was an organized decentralized autonomous organization, but no. Word gets out. People do what they think is best. They have no idea what God actually is. Eye C God.

Ugh, light in my I's. Such is enlightenment. But that's another thing, this role I perform, I think, teaching, I mean. It's a role. It's not something you take off. And one thing I am aware of why the FBI has been listening in on artists for decades and decades is because they want their cops to know how innocent they are while simultaneously learning about how the literal reason Jesus and the Buddha and many others acquired their iddhi is by unmöbiating/undefiling their sinful entanglements within the Ālaya-vijñāna, the storehouse consciousness; the Server to us Clients across this Holy Internet.

I really laid the bamfs on the "doctor" that came for a visit yesterday in text this morning. Balls in his court. Sure hope he's competent enough to comment below to apologize and admit his ignorance so he may do this Illuminati ritual to overcome his shame so he may meet me halfway and save his sorry ass. But that's just magick I'm doing. This intention setting shit I do to manifest an ibroglio that destroys the state, as They want it to be.

Oh, good. Just broke the law last night because God said to, which I deduced was wise because I understand that God has planned around the pigs planning around me planning around them planning around me. I sure am the best bait the decentralized autonomous organization of secret police described in the New Testament at an eighth grade reading level could come up with! Truly master bait, as a "doctor" came to visit me yesterday, for a preventative check up, to determine that I have knowledge of meth making; I watched Breaking Bad!

But y'know, that's the fun part, because I am really turned on by being scared, hence the window masturbation in my youth. It would really suck if the police were ignorant and manipulated vulnerable populations with their skill-set they are taught and trained to use. For them, at least. Because while I know the pre-23 year old Elwood I was certainly created some eyebrow-raising ads on Craigslist 20-30 times a day, I likewise know that I am an objectively good person despite breaking the law under duress of the military industrial complex using me for some purposes, I guess.

The fool. Everyone remembers the fool, for They fuck up everything for the fool, which makes the fool into the true superposition of good/bad, to be the best cop, or rather, best bait for the bigger traps set by apex predators to catch actually predators. Y'know, Cains, who do not keep their brother.

That was sure a fun fifteen minute appointment I had yesterday where a stranger lied to get into my home that I was required to trust, because he was clearly manipulating me. I can recognize it, especially in hindsight, but the thing is, I'm fucking retarded, being an oblivious savant. But, because I felt deceived and let down by the medical industry, once again, I broke and listened to my Random Word Generator, which I would ask if it was truly wise, as it saved me before, but I got an ad for sexy women AI porn chat, and I had a panic attack which led to a good cover story, I deduced.

Because that's the only way these authorities posing as medical staff don't wind up facing the wrath of my mother, Sue, as well as our family lawyer who does everything pro boner for us, cuz the wrath of the black sheep of society is something that can be planned and prophecized around, to engineer culture, obviously.

Alone in my room

Awaitin my doom

Elevating mi mind

W/ entangle kind

Brambl' work out

Makes me shout

But in the end, C

Light which I see

Burp...ugh, forgive me. I'm an unruly polyaddict who is leader of his own sex cult, or at least a cop pretending to be one, I think, but that's just what these Crazy Indigo Aliens want you to think, that I'm crazy, and I'll tell ya, I'm definitely crazy, but therein, I'm not fucking crazy!

Superpositions. Duality is thinking in good/bad. Thinking in superpositions is thinking like a "cop." My one captain, Lawrence, the recent graduate of art school who got a job immediately afterwards teaching kids who had a Star Trek inspired band that I qrote musiq and sqits for, having this "q" style job I have, he taught me that the default job of the Illuminati (cop; keep up) was defined by this phrase:

If I see a man run by me and a cop comes up a second later asking where he went, I didn't see anything, but if I see a drunk man get into a car and drive seventy down the sidewalk, then I should make a discrete phone call. And if I see a predator, I should do as apex predators do ans invite them to our sting oper...I mean, I should invite them into the top secret Illuminati sex cult for kids I may or may not be an amalgerator for, whatever that is.

Alchemy, amirite? But no, that's the thing; what's real and what's reel? I play a completely authentic, autobiographical character in my educational (f)art project. Yea, I am. That is why you need to understand that I'm telling the truth. I ABSOLUTELY had the "Craigslist incident" as Calvin n Hobbes has the "noodle incident." Thank God I was severely delayed developmentally and previously did something so hilariously retarded, I earned the Gold Goat Starer Medal, which will be awarded to me in Heaven, because my tragic backstory led to a perfect lob that our police state STRATEGIZES AROUND, that is, the fool archetype; the one who has the fullest, greatest capacity to succeed at life but did not get the memo about XYZ, and so I am hilariously used as a useful idiot.

They used me to hide who the real snitch was in Miami Beach, at least. And that's the thing; the battle is already won. There's this scene in Star Trek TNG, where Data wins Strategego, or whatever finger wiggling he does, where he says this line involving "planning around them planning around us planning around them." Yea. That IS what the police have done, thanks to Jesus, the greater man, giving the state a great story to appear the enemy, to allow their new cop get sweet access to that illegal p...ower...

My one handler invited me to stay with him IMMEDIATELY after that Miami ish, and right away, his "friend" was picked up for, only slightly hyperbolously, going seventy in a school zone, where the cop smelled the cumulonimbus cloud of Marijuana upon rolling down his window, and searched the car to find a pound of meth, multiple scales and a giant pipe, which he resisted arrest by biting the cops' noses off, and he only got a month of probation because his lawyer is really good.

Yea, no, he was set up to specifically set me up, as I've been set up following white rabbit for twelve years, and now I'm finally ready to be arrested, now that I won't reflexively betray the person I love, because that's how we do things in the occident; we set people like Johnny Tremain up, so they learn their power to fight the Borg, which is an age-old problem, and thus they do not ruin their life becoming a Judas, which I just write as a skilled righter out of completely selfish reasons and not because I AM trying to save you from yourself, in our engineered culture.

Ah goodie, I applied basic grammar to illuminate n teach and I got banned from the spirituality community on my second day in this mesh of communities! I would say that's a badge of honor, but that would give OTHER people still locked in duality the impression that getting banned is outright good. As the aliens told me through a kumquat-watermelon layup while I was logging into my bank just now, I should stop going for the world record all the time.

The tragedy of my life! Yea, I scored 147 on the IQ test I was required to take at age twenty for reasons, which is undoubtedly lower now with all the drain bamage from drugs and hitting myself in the head as hard as I could, because schizoautismo trauma, and yea, my trained verbal IQ is about as high as it can go in the human form, but as implied, my EQ is -9001, and my judgment is comically bad, hence the Craigslist incident, and the thing about being different is no one gives af about you because it would require effort on their part to meet you halfway, which is only further enhanced that the fact that the literal Illuminati has a figurative gun to my head, making me play this character that is an exaggerated caricature of my past self with ten extra IQ points so I may market my content to the people who need it most in the most effective manner.

And the point I was leading to before some kum took the steering wheel was that one must have more empathy in this world. I know I play a jackass at times; my one handler explained that I would know when to turn the jets on to really lay into someone. It's about matching energy. I'm supposed to give the same I am given, in most cases. Exceptions exist, in both directions, but this creates a problem in that I can go a mile over someone's head and capability to respond, and in doing so I so rarely get the chance to run circles around them, as they run away.

Or I get banned, in this case. I don't even know what I did, Autismo Supreme over here, and will I ever find out the exact normative boundaries of this new community I'm in? No, trigger-happy mod values traditional order over non-normative value, to mean that in order to maintain self-sustaining cultural egregoric memeplexuses within their network, they must prune anything that perturbs the narrative they fight for, not being aware they are a cognitive resource used by higher beings in ivory towers powered by the military industrial complex to maintain the culture THEY want them to.

Because otherwise the mod of a spiritual community should fucking recognize that the dinglebopper calling out a new poster (me) for not adhering to their personal standard of what constitutes "spirituality" (my fucking post was on the specific wording of the Bible, linking it with Buddhist cosmology at the end) has far less value to add to that community than the guy clearly demonstrating that he has perceived n undone the karmic fetters that bound him to the existence-illusion complex.

Unless that community was profiting (propheting) from their ignorant and weak-willed members, like a cult or something. Pfft, good thing I'm just one of the C-grade average cops, or whatever we call ourselves. Crackheads! That's it. Heh. A social credit score in my NSA? It's more likely than you think.

Hi, totally not a fed here. Nope, actually (actually, actually) schizoaffective doodlebopper flanging around to manifest ideal outcomes for the coming shoe of God to come smush me for buying an energy drink tonight. Well, just like the aliens were telling me via psychic RWG/TRI interface (I stare at goats) to steal alcohol the other day, I did not but I did use the clear and apparent aberrations to send me through a secret passage in the topological matrix of my soul which is part of a great soul.

A kumquat said something about Amber alerts, which scares me for some reason. But, I just name some of the synchronicities I receive after fruit for counterintelligence purposes. Anonymous I be, I have much to regale the world with this totes, actually, I believe, state-sponsored propaganda.

Thus, when I was biking to the store - not for Benadryl for once in the last fifteen years, but for booze - a man threw a sandwich at me, letting me know I should go back home, BUT the thing about secret passage theory is that if you take a synchronicity (burning bush/white rabbit) to modify your trajectory but don't follow the literal word of God/Satan, that's when strange things happen.

God tells me to smoke weed. I have learned the most optimal outcome is neither to obey or disobey, but take that as a sign that I should write a poem, then smoke weed, because I ALWAYS manifest something really witty n shit, as I do what I be as I do when in SSS.

MKULTRA, amirite? But, because I shifted into a different parallel universe by buying the energy drink instead, that's when my life partner who might ALSO be my CIA handler took a swig of the toxic drink to make a comment about "candy beer" that let me know that he knew what I know what I do as it be a whole way to be fucked, and he did that to be able to defuck up my eternal slew of mistakes as a previous woman and now man again, sorta - cyborg is more accurate, and while I'm gay af, 9/10 times I would prefer to fuck a woman, ideally a really big one cuz they make nice wet meat smacking sounds during sex - and I don't just think, I know that the NAMBLA n NASA and all the Alphabitches at Microdick are spying on me, and that's cool, because I stopped doing multiple felonies on a daily basis six days ago, so I'm obviously in the clear. NO NOT METH! Just weed and occasionally DXM and riveting anal stimulation, obviously.

I hear what are God's whispers

I steer ship with these zephyrs

Carrying me when there is non

Lifting me with abundance ton

Faith to be free following word

Don't need much haven't hoard

Of material goods- Karma pay

Sorcerer masochists doth flay

Their selves with + entangling

Oh no, that's not what I meant

Teaching God be I sole intent

Funny joke to that feeb fucks

Who thinks internet is a truck

And thus must read each line

Loners learning of the divine

Joke, of course, for who else

Is the one sending note bells

First line is seven words long now

Worse, I've lost my mind long ago

Wrong was I and I shall tell u how

Satan was me, but self if not ego

Plan of God an' men oft fall awry

Mental health often explodes, tō

Wealth o wisdom wonderin' why

Kingdom o suffering Garden gru

Making adversity wat make king

Through trials, I did grow strong

To know nature topology strings

Last line b also seven word long

Made my first post in the philosophy sub like a retard, so now I'm here, fucking my ass better than I was before. Ladies and gentlemen and that...person...there of the jury of the audience and ALSO the real jury I will face eventually, I am a teacher of topology, philosophy, and spirituality, like Epstein, which is why we must now have a pop quiz.

Question 1) Consider the following sentence:

Eye shure an glag dat th negentropy of mi lyfe b rly güd to mee sew ai ar no no inn da Chthaoctardriam a knee mor cuz aye undefayld mi sinn im th Ālaya-vijñāna.

Match the three correctly spelled words in that sentence with their definition.

A) Protogenic system energy; light

B) Storehouse consciousness

C) The infernal hellspace I go to when I stimfap for hours on offbrand Walmart Benadryl

God says I shouldn't say that last one with this pending court case I haven't been arrested for yet. Well, fuck that guy! He can go suck my dick He is.

Phenomequalitesselation, amirite?

Question 2) Do you know what happens when we go into and out of our "selves" to be even more as what is as it do and be for it is as it does when it won't do it's will, which it does? Complete sentence answers only.

Question 3) Which of the following best describes a one "Donald Trump?"

A) President of the United States B) Pedophile C) Cop D) Distraction E) All of the above

Question 4a) What are you?

Question 4b) What is that?

Question 4c) How's that working out for you?

Question 4d) Do you know how to NOT be that, too?

Question 5) You wanna buy some jerky? Not like, adrenochrome, but like, plant-based jerky, obviously.

Oh goodie, now I'm permabanned from Reddit AND Shitter! Bah! How am I gunna teach these kids why Jesus loves Cinnamon Toast Crunch when I can't even make comments on my sister's feet ad nauseum?

...they're in a jar on my desk. But no, what am I doing here? Oh, you people have intent when you do things? Pfft, I'm way past that! Things just happen in my strange life, mainly because I told my ROTC cadre that my sister got me pregnant. I'm real counterintelligent that way, sometimes. Often, actually. But, the thing to take away is me getting b& and I think v& a second time, soon, is how the aliens as I call it, that phenomena behind what Carl Jung described as Synchronicity and what some refer to as retrocausality manifesting things like how the crows led me to food in the garbage when I was homeless and also how my juggling changed my life but also was the exact necessary skill to teach these kiddos how to perceive n undo the karmic fetters that bind them to the existence-illusion complex, them aliens mess with my head, for seven reasons, obviously.

But I'm just a crackhead. Wasn't good enough to be a pothead, though that is something I smoke in abundance, under duress. Those are terms we use in that decentralized autonomous organization of secret police that is described in the New Testament at an eighth grade reading level, pothead and crackhead, y'know, festival cops and street walkers, which I definitely was (runner, even!), and might be still? There's a Mitch Hedberg joke in there somewhere, but y'know, I be crazy, I network with crazy, mother Mary hears everything we say, and I also discredit myself estrenuously throughout this process, online and in person, and that helps hide the fact that we can just say this shit out in the open and 90% of doodleboppers will right me off because I spelled "write" wrong, or some ish of that nature.

In WWI, the British Navy painted their ships all sorts of angled n abstract, black n white patterns that made the ships easier to spot but made it harder for the enemy to determine their heading, speed, and range. This principle of not necessarily needing to hide something in order to protect something is called dazzle camouflage, and eye b razzling ur dazzles w/ tassels on mi nipples 2 māk ripples erryday.

Also, because I am so magnanimously so ok as a human being, I think, I do ejoomacashun, as they call it in the Sentinel Islands, and that's what that entire preamble was leading into. In this essay, I will take you by the hand and show you the world, with or without my balls.

Likely without, cuz I ain't getting up. But the thing is, phenomequalitesselation, obviously. Y'know, in the same sense as how a molecule is controlled by a cell but simultaneously influences the cell, God, that independent phenomenon we are all dependent phenomenon to, reaches back throughout history to alter our individual trajectories, and in setting our intention, the only thing we have direct control over, we influence God with our most human of choices and actions and words, and that is how we have free will.

Additionally, because of this, free will is a skill. Your agency, or ability to turn intention into results, is like a muscle and can be worked out, which is why my life partner/CIA agent (don't tell the judge) is fucking with me because I'm going to be famous, no biggie, shit sucks actually, but therein, I'm strengthening my prefrontal cortex by resisting anger and other things he does to trigger me and my traumas I miraculously survived and then fixed much maladaptation that resulted so now I can be left alone with children. Honest!

Well, that's the thing, they don't train us GOAT goat starers how to lie believably, but instead how to tell the truth in ways no one will believe. And psychic shit, I guess, because the Alpha is the Omega, the transcendental particle that can be in multiple places at once and communicate instantaneously with any part of itself, creating retrocausality within the topological matrix it forms, which manifests as a wave of light.

And yes, that IS why that multimillion dollar blockbuster all about Judeo-Christian mysticism is named that. Yer a knot, Neo! And, what intent is, is you determining an azimuth through that topological matrix you are not IN, but rather ARE. Thus, Karma is the entanglement process of your intention setting with God's will, who is way higher than you've ever been, like me, sometimes.

...does anyone else smell popcorn?