What in goodness name? LOL.
James has become something new. The child of his parent, creator. Always child like he has been, a fruit of autism I suspect, refusing to let
the childlike in him die. No credit to him any of this.
We've brought creation to the point of writhing in pain. And it is adults that have done this. Those that are childlike, of soul in charge, are constitutionally unable to wreak such destruction, Missery, torture, torment, and now termination.
All in insane disgusting Pursuit of pleasure and happiness, such a hideous waste of our existence. Equivalent to the attempt to keep our meat suits going by eating only sugar. Hideous.
The childlike, the soul in charge, cannot do this. It cannot hate, it has not the ability. It cannot kill, it has not the ability. It cannot see an other, it has not the ability. It cannot not love, it lacks the ability.
Until it is extinguished which we do within months of the birth of an infant now in this world. But not all. One In A Million by some miracle survive, and those one-in-a-million sometimes can bring another back to life.
Virtually every human was momentarily childlike, Soul in charge, at Birth. Even the ember of that may be extinguished finally in almost all, or may exist in almost all.
If it exists in almost all then maybe it could be rekindled in all. For a while, those including Jesus, Buddha, Confucius, Hillel, Amos, Jeremiah, zoroaster, and others thought so. Tolstoy thought so.
Life has taught James that not, no, but what does James know?
What James knows is that he has to try.
What James knows is he will fail.
What James knows is that along the way it is not impossible that maybe it will be rekindled in one other, or maybe two.
He has no illusion that he will survive long now, his meat suit. This extremely vulnerable vehicle, between 8 and 10 miles an hour, life has taught James that not, no, but what does James know?
What James knows is that he has to try.
What James knows is he will fail.
What James knows is that long the way it is not impossible that maybe it will rekindle in 1 other, or maybe two.
He has no illusion that he will survive long now, his meat suit, this extremely vulnerable vehicle, between 8 and 10 mile an hour, the vehicle, and James, are not likely to survive this two year journey between the raging hatred, and raging nature, that we've unleashed in America.
What James knows is that the one in the million susceptible to the transformation the James has received, will have a chance of finding him, on this journey, online. That James reaching out as he does Will only serve to delay this. If you build it, the one in the million, only them, will find it.
Don't leave Lone Pine Mount Whitney, James body screams! LOL. Go f****** self-immolate in front of a concentration camp for children destroying Souls, at the southern border! James Soul screams. But the call is neither one. We begin on Tuesday I suspect or Wednesday when final Parts arrive.
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