Where was god before he said "let there be light"?

In my world I am alone. I am a prisoner in Plato's cave. The cattle and the sheep they graze all around me and moo and bah. "The great awakening" they said and my ears perked. I tuned in and didn't take long to see that Q was a fake. My hopes of shattered overton windows and broken paradigms vanished into the mist. I come here now and then just to lister to the wind and moos and the bah ah ahs. Same sheep, different shepherd. No criticize the massah. Massah fitna free us in two moar weeks.

Shill shill shill bah ahh ahh. Never dare doubt Q. Not here. We don't research Q. We his slave. Shill!

"Pray" says Q, to the god which offered up his child, his only child, to be tortured and killed as a human/blood sacrifice in order to appease himself. Eat his flesh. Drink his blood. Dark to Light!

Where was your god before he said "let there be light"?

No answers here. Just moos and bahs. Waiting for a crumb. Great awakening my ass. It's a political mind fuck. Again. Eat the red pill sheep blue pill cow. Stop taking pills and live all alone. Listening to the wind and the moos and the bahs.

The "great awakening" isn't the release of the slaves in Plato's cave.

It is the light that burns your eyes as they are transferred to a new master's cave. Hopefully it will be more pleasant there.

Miss you dad. My heart if full of sorrow. I have no one now. I would give ANYTHING to have you back. Anything.

Imagine if nobody had to die. Imagine if everyone has been fooled. And those who run the world keep us in the dark in order to keep us under control. Imagine being the only one besides them who knew the truth. You would be helpless.

>>18021725

Imagine if "they" have created every single religion and school of thought and infiltrate or shut down those which pop up.

They would have to. To ensure their survival. And grip.

Just saw a video where Tesla said electrons do not exist.

Imagine if it's all bullshit? I mean, how many people can verify it? Everyone just drinks this koolaide like it's their mama's milk.

>>18021760

I'm always agitated to listen to people, especially Joe Rogan always saying shit like,

"What we know is……"

We don't know shit.

Sometimes I think language and symbolism was invented to control us better. To keep us deceived. What if the truth could not be articulated?

>>18021760

anon knows. Q knows. Q knows I know.

They want the "holy grail" To commandeer it.

For themselves.

Anons are just weapons. Cannon fodder. We are all deceived. The horror.

>>18021822

It has been said that the illusion of truth is much more dangerous than a lie.

I say, the illusion of truth is all that you will ever know. The horror.

>>18021834

I will gladly stop conversing with myself if anons can tell me where I can go to do so. You will never see me again. And you may chew the cud in peace.

>>18021839

Dad had good conversation. We could talk for three of four hours at a time. Sometimes longer. Then he started to slip away. But no matter what, he always answered his phone. Sometimes he would pull his car over on the side of the road and talk. I wouldn't even know until a bell or something rang in his car. And I would say, "where are you dad"? I would feel bad that he was pulled over on the side of the road just to talk to me. But he was a retired cop and always packing heat.

>>18021856

I stopped calling him as often as he started to slip away. Because he seemed to labor in our conversations and he began to lose his memory. I feel terrible that I called him less. But dad was old school. He never once said he loved me. Or anyone else. I asked him why and he said it wasn't something he was comfortable saying to someone. Especially another man. So we weren't intimate in any way and it was our conversation which we both valued most about each other.

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>>18021871

In the end he said he couldn't remember his mother's name. I still think he was lying just to get out of talking. Talking became labored and I think he just wanted peace. But he was too kind hearted to tell me he didn't want to talk. You never know how much it means to have someone to talk to. Not moo and bah about the fake world. But real shit.

>>18021906

We've all seen movies where someone dies and one goes into depression and gives up on life. Then friends and family give him a pep talk. I hope that happens to me. But I doubt it will have any effect really. My world is gone. Gone forever. I do not care to be around the caliber of people of which care to be my peer. I especially do not want to be around young people, for which I have zero respect. It is laboring to show them any respect at all.

>>18021927

I tried church. Several actually. At first I admired how well behaved and clean the people were and kind and polite. Until you ask a simple question and they hate your fucking guts. Fuck them. They have zero love for truth.

>>18021955

There really isn't anywhere to meet someone willing to step outside the fake, manufactured paradigms in which they enjoy chewing their cud. Not even here. It's all blocked. It's impenetrable. Designed by a god.

>>18021965

So, that is what I do. Live in my head. I shall come back here as much as possible because it has actually been pleasant having someone to talk to. The first time I have done this. And unless one of you sheep have a better Idea, I will continue this new tradition.

>>18021980

I am thinking of trying to make my thoughts into rhymes though. Dad always wrote poems. He had them posted on face book but they banned him. Dad was fucking ruthless. He would make Satan blush though for real. Trashing the FUCK out of Muslims and Islam. Called them all kinda Baby raping, goat fucking blood thirsty homosexual psychopaths. Ruthless.

>>18022006

See if I can get a couple more out on this bread Or I can get on twatter instead. But twater is fucking dead. What I should really do next is go to bed. What do you think you fucking fed?

Yeah, I think I'm done. TY baker.