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I subscribe to this YouTube channel where they interview maniacs, take down their statements, at length, for posterity. It's mostly abductees and mind controlled super soldiers, but there's just about everything in there. Tonight there was an upload of a grand poobah Asian bliss ninny bilker... and comments below it already from someone who says she's 12D. Top that, I dare you.
I did mention that it's not only MEN, and I guess I have to let women back into this meditation because of that 12D twit. These are full size people. Middle aged. But they put me in mind of my vexation with Becky in the third grade. She had a total snob mother, and, I guess, was trying to emulate that hauteur, but she was too stupid and gullible to pull it off, and she was irritating the snot out of me. So I dreamed up a whopper to dupe her with.
I became Queen of the Sun. I know I told you about this some time back, but I am reiterating because it bears on these fucking frauds and their "spiritual mastery". I confessed to Becky that I wasn't from here. That I was royalty from the sun and that life here was pretty strange for me. I made up all kinds of goofy customs and physiological quirks. We sun people get drunk on Cheerios... especially dry, right out of the box. Our blood is green, not red. I once chewed up a bit of green crayon really, really well so that, mixed with my saliva it would have the appropriate viscosity, and spit it onto my arm in a perfect trickle....
Ouch! Oh! I've cut myself.
Her eyes became the size of saucers. She began following me around like my lady in waiting.
That was the third grade. We were eight. I was lurching drunk on Cheerios.
These people are decades further along in life, but they are still doing it... or... for fucksakes... only recently contrived to do this shit for fun and profit and escapism and, OMFG, popularity. Some asshole in England is documenting it all for the future, when "disclosure" creates the need for an archive.
If you can't pull off some more mainstream conceit, go spiritual, or go Out There, go healer. The masses will line up at your door. You can be a total loser and draw them like flies anyway. You don't even have to be good looking.
How do I ever get to the part where I don't want to knock their blocks off? How do I get to the part where I can say to people, It's time to think our way out of what we believed our way into...? Anyone who calls himself "master" is a fraud. Anyone who lets his acolytes call him "master" is a fraud. This was not strictly the case in all antiquity, there were some exceptions... for the public cases... but nowadays, no. The minute you catch someone with any form of that entitlement, run the other way. I am not the Queen of the Sun. It was a joke!
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