Hey, LOVE your neighbor. Not if they're married to someone else though. Love like plutonic love, no homo. Like John loved Jesus, or I love weed. Love all, and never ask someone to do something you aren't willing to do yourself.
That is all. The Matrix you live in depends on you.
Pot brownies. It will take his mind off the pain. Tell him to stay away from big pharma and trust in God's medicine to heal him. Also, tell him to stay very hydrated and stay away from sodium.
Their worst nightmare is the one typing this message to you right now. They knew I would return one day and they would have to relinquish their everything, it's in the contract they signed, but like spoiled kids, they're throwing a tantrum. They don't think I'm alive and walking the earth, they think I'm a myth. Klaus and his beachwear are finished, along with their plans. Let's implement my plan, where everyone is equal and judged by merit. Use Cannabis, please, you can reach me in the Aether. Life is one sacrifice after another and it shouldn't be.