However, there is one, part, of this opening, of the Great Awakening, that I am having some serious problems with. I have to be honest with myself; this is one of the most difficult challenges I’ve faced while dealing with the rest of the issues that everyone deals with, and a few that everyone almost never has to deal with. Why am I putting it this way? People need to understand that I am ashamed of my work/employment record. I go from working almost always, to never working again. Not to joke, but I sort of feel like I was like Steve Jobs when he disappeared for a while and went to India and expanded his consciousness (minus the whole travelling the world part). I don’t want to not contribute in some way to the world, and this country especially, of which I am proud to be a part of. So, I have many ideas that I’d love to elaborate on, but out of all of them, it’s food, sex, and youth/children. These three things are sacred to me.
That sounds weird considering the fact that I just mentioned porn. I am not perfect. I like raunchy hardcore hetero sex. There I admit it. But I absolutely enter a flash point of blood boiling fury when I imagine someone hurting a woman or a child. Couple that with wasting of food, and I’d be ready to commit acts of violence. Although, there is a fine line between teasing, and bullying. This is why I feel people need to just feel around this block of text and just understand what it’s like to write in general these days in the year of 2020.
I am a human being, male, straight, and enjoys being so.
I am good, respectful, polite, thoughtful, and generous.
I make mistakes, I have bad habits, I am selfish at times, and I can be nasty too.
I would never cause harm to you in offense, or shatter your dreams, or break your heart, or lie past the point of fibs and ‘self-non-incrimination.’
I like straight porn, if and when I EVER get a chance alone anymore, (won’t it’s ok…not really, kek, but whatev-beggars can’t be choosers|I’d rather abstain than give up in a cheap way and disrespect myself, anymore than I already must), so I rationalize it as something I just have to look forward to. ;-)
I am a cheerleader, morale boosting, symbol fagging, antianonning, sacred-shilling, note-collecting @ nightshifting, ordinary anon with a very unique situation that I will eventually get to unfold as time goes on.
I made due with what I had, because I didn’t really find anyone in my reality who I click with, maybe.
In this war, there is no direct confirmation of anything, and that is why I still have so much hope. The synchronicities, the coincidences/the non-random occurrences, the sensations that are described as physical hallucinations (like a finger running down your leg, or being poked in the inner thigh, or… kek, jk jk jk, ow, kek, hey! -brb- rife rayp-esque ghost blowjobs and manual accommodations. What does a ghost’s mouth feel like? Nice. I assume it is similar to the phantom pain sensation that people feel whom have lost a limb, but still feel pain as if it still remains intact. I found out actually that ketamine actually is used to help provide relief for that in some some situations.) The times where Q will drop at the EXACT perfectly timed moment that lines up in a quantum groove that felt as if you yourself, from your own POV perspective, have witnessed a biblical /modern-age/digital marker that people will be able to purvey from the future, in some akashic-record based interactive experience known as The Q.
I trust Q.
I don’t follow Q.
I don’t believe in Q.
I don’t worship Q.
I don’t know Q, personally.
I am not Q.
Q is more than just one person.
Q is an idea.
Q is a mindset.
Q is a collective of good.
Q is the light in the dark.
Q had questions when everyone wanted to give answers.
Q is always asking.
Q is just, Q.
I trust myself.
I trust God.
God trusts me, and loves me.
God loves Q too.
So why wouldn’t I love Q?
I love Q.
Thanks for being Q, Q.
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