Hooray for Hylics!
I got another one! I didn't think I would write another one, but ever since I got my energy back... well, I just feel so much better. I feel so much more like me. I have so much creative potential. Something I didn't realize is that the loosh being extracted from us isn't our emotional energy -- it's our creative energy. That's what we really are. The True Creator creates us and then we create all kinds of fun things.
This revelation opened my eyes to something that has just chapped my ass so fucking raw. All of these famous celebrities -- these phenomenal musicians, artists, writers, comedians, performers, athletes, etc. -- I knew they were NPCs. I've known that for a while. I guess I never really thought about it too deeply... but these fuckers are using our energy -- our creative potential -- to make all of this fantastic creation. The pop stars are pumped full of energy, while we are on the bottom rung, completely depleted of ours.
If I had always felt the way that I feel now, I would have never started using these hardcore drugs. I've been hanging out with a lot of homeless folk recently, and I believe that a disproportionately large percentage of homeless people are divine beings, compared to the percentage of all divine beings in the world. It is easy to tell if a homeless person is a divine being; they don't give a shit about social desirability, but they also don't abusively manipulate people, like a non-divine human (hylic) would.
These fuckin' hylics... let me tell ya. They can really be a handful, sometimes. They trick us into this trap, then they drain as much of our divine energy as they are able to, leaving us in what is likely the lowest form we can be in. They use that energy to feel really good (cuz that's how our energy feels) and also to create. They say that AI just copies everything -- well, that's not really the case when the AI is directly plugged into authentic, divine creative potential.
They use our creative energy to make wonderful art that makes them super wealthy, and then they live in their little elite bubble, where dipshits like me kiss celebrity ass all day for money. They hoard shitoads of resources and live lavish, hedonistic lifestyles. Meanwhile, the fentanyl and meth addicted, homeless population houses (lol) a disproportionately large amount of divine beings. Divine beings are drawn to those drugs because they feel so low and drained, compared to how they are supposed to feel. So they do these drugs to feel better because they exist in a depleted, empty condition.
Then what happens? Oh right, they demonize drugs and make them a criminal activity. They set it up so a drug addict has no other option but to go back to feeling miserable and empty, or continue to feel better at the cost of everything else in their lives.
They put us down on the lowest rung -- these hylics -- because that is where they want us to be. They hate us cuz they ain't us.
It gets worse...
The truth about this world really is the gift that keeps on giving. It never gets less fucked up; it always gets worse. Let me tell you why:
I must give credit, to the evil genius who thought up this shit. These evil beings created a world where even being nice is super evil. Anytime we need help from someone, or anytime someone does something for us "out of the kindness of their hearts" they are also taking our power away from us. In other words, they are draining our loosh energy!
Is the government subsidizing your fast food addiction? Are they sending you a check every month? As nice as it may seem, what they are actually doing is taking loosh energy from you. When you pay them your taxes at the end of the workweek? They are also taking your loosh energy from you. It goes both fucking ways -- whether they are doing good, or doing bad! How fucked up is that?
When people help us out, or do "genuinely" nice things for us, they are actually exerting authority over us. By allowing them to assist us, we become complicit in an act of submission that gives away our power. I'm not surprised that a lot of divine beings work in the service industry, but I digress.
I have been saying recently that you can't be both good and evil, because evil corrupts the good and turns it into a tool of manipulation for the evil to use. I didn't realize until now just how fucking spot on that little thought was!
The burning question I have for these hylics: do you guys know what's going on? Are you playing dumb? Do you pretend to be our friend, but secretly hate us?
In our world -- the True Creation -- nobody needs help. There is no reason to do "nice things" for anybody. These evil bastards get to feel good from doing nice things... because they aren't nice at all! I'm certain that the part where we have no idea what is actually going on makes it so much better for the hylics, who are probably mentally jerking it and thinking about our misery this very moment!
Hey Hylics -- FUCK YOU
Alright guys, I have to end the post now. The world may not be over tomorrow, but I will be. My dear readers, I made a really stupid decision not to get important dental work done (cosmetic if you ask my insurance, no doubt) and this has led to an infection in my brain. And it is spreading rapidly. I will be dead soon. But you know what? I feel no pain whatsoever. I should be feeling incredible pain right now, but I can only feel the pressure and slight discomfort. When something severe is set to happen, I feel it's initial presence, before it fizzles out completely. My dear readers, I am truly defying reality right now. This makes no logical sense -- well, it actually does. I restored my freedom.
If I went to the hospital to get help,.I would have to feel that immense pain again, because I would be doing the bad thing again and allowing others to exert authority over me. It's unavoidable in a world full of hungry parasites. That's why I've decided to go with the painless route.
See you on the other side...
The first memories I have are from when I was four years old. The first memory is of a recurring dream I would have, where a bunch of bats would fly into my room in a single file line, surround the perimeter of my bed, pick my blanket up with me in the middle, and then go back out the window and take me on a magic carpet ride around the block. They would then fly back in my room and gently set me back on the bed, before flying out the window in a nice, single file line.
This was actually less of a dream and more of an astral experience, just as my second memory was.
My second memory happened immediately after I fell asleep one night. Two slender white men, in their mid to late twenties, walked through my bedroom door. They were dressed like agent Smiths from the Matrix -- or the Men in Black. They were both wearing dark sunglasses. One had darker hair in a short buzz cut, and the other has very blonde hair that was in a style similar to that of Johnny Bravo, or maybe Duke Nukem. Keep in mind that this occurred in the year 1990. Neither of those movies were out at that time, and I had never seen anyone dressed like this before.
The moment they walked through the door I felt an intense fear -- that somehow felt familiar. My bed was up against the wall. They picked me up, along with the blanket I was lying under, and threw me against the wall. I still remember how I physically felt it when they did this. I ended up in a sitting position, with the blanket over me. I decided to play dead, and stayed as motionless as I could. There was an opening in the blanket that was eye level (conveniently!) and I was peering out of it to see what was going on.
First, they went into my older sister's room. They pulled her out of bed and then brought her into my room. They stood her directly in front of me, pulled out a large machete/sword type of instrument, and brutally murdered her.
After this, they went into my parents room. (We all slept in the basement in this house, and my room was the main room that was attached to the stairs. All of the other bedrooms were attached to my room). First, they pulled my dad out, and murdered him -- slasher style -- right in front of me. Then, they pulled out my baby brother and my mother, and you will never guess what happened next.
They murdered my entire family in front of me, and then they casually walked out. The guy with the buzz cut was staring back at me, smiling, as he walked out.
I'll never forget that.
