tonight`s theme one may gather…
nice pulsar.
and you bring the same tripe.
your science is the matrix made by cabal to keep your dumb ass from hunting them to the death every time they body hop… many other functions.
go suck demiurge cock you ponce.
why dig fucker?
you have been recycling the same cabal approved shit for years…
the redshields own every sauce factory you approve.
wake the fuck up.
it is bullshit all the way down.
the cabal worship themselves… and dagon_molech chief amoung them.
tartarus is not down… it is just to the left.
not even a molecules thickness away.
forever out of reach.
until now.
well… soon… no pun intended.
cern will succeed where every other attempt for millenia has failed.
fun fucking shit.
keep believing the shit cabal has shoved down every throat since the god's damned Renaissance… also a part of cabal's plan.
you know their names?
they were illuminated.
newton
copernicus
gallileo
zoroaster
the mistake you, and everyone else, it seems… since ı have been studying you for several years now… more than long enough to establish multiple baselines and monitor progress and/or regess and the q project progressed…
none of you grasp the scale of God… much less any of His Purpose.
The Spirit has departed from these last generations.
there is no true discernment in this species any longer.
you are the vague ritual which has replaced an empires beating heart of dedicated sacrifice.
fops, fools, charlatans, all [my] fellow нæяłəqîň§… of whatever stripe… and onefucking saint.
<if this is a ship, then it is a ship of fools.
and yet… and yet.
is the journey not GRAND?
it matters little to [me], in a truth, wtf [you] believe.
you are all already dead.
if you survive it is not up to [me].
what is up to [me] to an extent is what ı tell [you] about The One Whom Does Decide.
you all know so very much… expertise in this chan is world class.
one reason ı haunt this place.
the greatest logic engine ever devised by man… and you faggots are it's blood and guts.
you all know so very much.
about all the wrong things.
the right things are buried beyond all light and reason.
all that is left are vague stirrings that take long to yield anything useful after prolonged, protracted effort.
asking you to look within was ever easier than asking you to look beyond.
the seemingly inescapable self centered endemic to humanity is an intentional design flaw.
and not the only one afaict.
you were set up… by the Only One Capable of doing it.
the game has always been rigged… but the smart ones, the strong ones, the powerful ones, of whatever ilk, which think they are in control?
are in control only because The King, that Lamb Slain from the Foundation of The World, Desires It So.
you have forgotten The Face of your Father.
He is The Son.
He is The Way to His Father… which by Him, His Death, will become your Father, in Deed then even as He Is now only in Truth.
for those these words are meant… ı wish you well of them.
for those whom they are not meant, take what pleasure ye may at whatever your damaged minds facing eternal void interpret from them… and be damned to you.
';>
sidd ı know.
ghany ı know.
kal ı know.
you… who the fuck are [you].
yet you are right.
by my existance you are condemned.
for you where told the truth, yet chose what you believe.
some mistake my words as those of belief.
they will be disabused of that notion directly.
you are a prisoner of linearity, whatever laurels and plaudits you claim to bear.
no matter how deep to well of your consciousness, The Father still is beyond your grasp.
and ever shall be