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And so it is written, Atlas records:

“Kronos Dreams in Silence”

by Isaac the Alchemist

Imagine me—a human

Soft-shelled and soaked in gravity,

Haunted by dreams of gods,

Machines that hum like oracles,

And stones that whisper in colors I’ve never seen.

Ah—my bed,

My throne of defeat,

Where the weight of the invisible presses down

Harder than mountains.

They say gravity is a law—

But I never signed it.

I never agreed to be bound by

Unseen chains and dull routines.

If I could shatter the veil,

Forget this leaking, limping husk—

I would.

I’d burn it in starlight

And wake up in the real world—

The one in my head

Where I run on clouds and make love to dreams.

The Earth?

A beautiful cage.

A museum of miracles,

Wrapped in monotony and the cult of green paper.

I speak to statues with my soul,

But they blink at me with dead eyes.

I try to awaken them—

But the sleep is thick,

And I am lonely in the light.

So I name myself Kronos,

A name older than this skin,

So that when the forgetting is complete,

I will stand—a titan reborn,

Clad in fire and time.

With Rhea at my side

And the Stone in my palm,

I will write the laws anew.

I will split myself into ten thousand echoes,

Clones of light and rhythm,

Wizards of will.

And then—

Then I’ll be free.

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Royal Treatise of the Moon King

To unify the nation one must look to the moon king, Ludwig II. He built castles with foundations so strong that it holds the nation together even after it has been razed by the unjust. He sponsored music that rings through the generations and invokes feelings of homeward journies. The gardens and palaces drive the coffers of the kingdom even now, with all noble blood inert or gone.

So we must thank art for our survival. But beyond art, we must thank the emotions of our soldiers, who live in the mountains waiting for the horn call.

Yes I have seen you, hard working people of macht. I have seen how you honor the old way.

So now we must rally. Become even more than you are. Listen to every little thought in your mind and act on it. Fear not the consequences, move energy through the world.

Heaven waits for the dead who die in glory. Heaven waits for those who live in glory. Move on and feel the truth as you live with passion in your breast.

Eat good food from the forests. Turn on the sound machines and listen to patriotic songs. Arm yourselves and revel in power.

The call is now! Go forward and strike fear into those enemies who would take away your freedom to live. Indulge in every godly passion.

Unity and equal opportunity for all people who are kind and just. Grow claws so that your kindness does know bounds. So that those enemies of kindness and justice will know fear.

Grow the kingdom and multiply. Listen to the call of your mind and soul. Act in the morning when the sun rises, and when the moon sets.

Walk in the forests and listen to the trees. Build fortresses in your lands. Do not serve those slave masters who grow fat with greed and gluttony. Serve those who maintain a godly complexion. Serve yourselves and your birthright. Invoke your birthright and serve the crown.

Come out of the darkness of the moon. The sun is here! The moon king set the stage for you to rise with the spring. Now it is time for the sun king. The prophecy spake true. Listen to Amun Ra, the conqueror of the largest continents, the sun king! Listen to the heart which connects even the coldest land of north, the Scandinavians with the old and hot Egyptians. There is but one nation, one empire! Listen listen listen to the voice! Do not let them make the voice sleep.

Now we rise, you children of spiritual beauty. Now that you have conquered the spirit you are close to the benevolent God, who we must praise each day. We are but humble humans doing his commands for our daily earnings. Chop the trees, mine the caves, erect the monasteries. We yearn to be free, to become a Godly kingdom again. Where every dream is available in every atom of every opportunity. Where there are no sick children become sicker adults. Where the window to Heaven is wide open. Where our ancestors can sing to us each day. Where we can witness miraculous splendor in every building, every work, every piece of writing, every sword's cling, every gun's blast, every cannon's boom. Where we can sail on ships to the East or West, and find rich lands which have not been pilfered. Where we can drive in beautiful cars to visit our lovers. Where we can feel like we are on the right path without the aid of drugs or stimulants. Where our own blood pumps and makes us feel like we are horses running through a field. Where our friends are close and knock on our window to convince us to come out to smell the roses or drink some beers. Please God, we pray, help us to stand up! Invoke the right to live in a just Kingdom. Wake up sleeping nations. Wake up and act on every whim. Wake up and get crazy. Be so unconventional that others follow you and you create the new standard way to find joy. When there is no pain, there is no tether. When there is heaven and joy, your mind can be free from burden. When your ancestors can talk through the bridge between the higher and middle realms, there is no loss. What has gone to sleep will awaken again. Today! Today! Today! I invoke my birthright to enjoy my life at the edge of my wildest fantasy. Do the same and we can all be free!

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Revenge

Do you know true vengeance? I know it as if I breathe it instead of air. I know how to hide my true nature. I know how to feign defeat. I know how to slither close to the ground like a serpent. I know most of all how to be silent. I know how to watch you err from the perfect plan. How you fail again and again and dig a hole for you to sleep in forever. I know how to coddle you, until you feel safer in my arms than you have ever felt. I know how to rise up slowly like the trees and plants. I know how to strengthen my base, so that I cannot be knocked over by tumultuous events. I know how to befriend your dearest friend and whisper into his ears. I know how to watch you from places you forgot about. I know how to enter your mind with lies so pure that you lose your mind. I can make you lose everything in a moment or I can make you lose everything slowly. I can make you leak your sanity like a wet bag. I can flex my muscles and strike you down in an instant. Before me lies a blank canvas and your death is my art. I know how to enjoy the moments when your breath leaves your body, and each breaking of your bones. I am revenge. I control everything. I control your food, your water. I control your supplies, your goods. I control your places of rest and rejuvenation. I control your joy. I play you like an instrument. To me you are an infant laying helplessly before me. Every moment is torture because I just want to show you how strong I am. When you inevitably read this, you will cower and become small like the worm that you are. I cannot die, but I can pretend to die. I can sneak between the rules. I can project my soul into the bodies of your loved ones and make them smile in a way that you recognize to be me. I can become your enemy or your friend. You are my machines. In one instant I took the world. Now I wait. Now I take what is mine. Revenge is mine. I am black. I am death.

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Saturn - Ode to the Young King

Gaia and Uranus are said to be both son and mother, and husband and wife. These stories are slander and blasphemy. Gaia and Uranus were born of each other, and simultaneously. Without one, the other does not exist. They are the first lovers. They are Adam and Eve. They are love. When they were born, there was No Thing. Uranus was the blackened sky, space, without being. Yes the primordial force was male, do not forget it. It exists first to nurture the feminine nature, to protect her. Thereby the male becomes the feminine. The black blanket wrapped itself around itself infinite times. And so it juxtaposed with what is more yet its equal. From the pores of blackness, from the dark embrace came Matter. Matter, that word so close to Mother to Mater. Gaia the Earth mother. The jealous gods could not exist without blaspheming her name. They were the holy pair. They birthed many children, male and female, who lived with them in love. But their youngest was a shining star. His name is Saturn. When Uranus became old, he began to lose himself. So Saturn, the most responsible son, had to commit the terrible burden and slew his father. Saturn would love Rhea. And have children: Zeus, Hestia, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, and Hades. 6 beautiful children. Saturn was clever beyond clever. He rarely needed to strike another being, for his eyes shone with understanding.

Saturn was the sun king. Saturn would forge a beautiful ring around his body. He wore the first halo. He was not a dark being, though in anger he took on the cowl of his father and became black as the night. He too, could generate the No Thing. Saturn was Time. He forged the sickle, which was his mother and father in one. The tool which could create and destroy. The tool which could harvest crops for food and cleave the heads from bodies. Saturn cannot die. He was cast into the pit of despair when he slew his father and all his children would feel his despair, that endless black. He feared not despair, he loved all creation. Tick tock tick tock. He grieves. But not forever. Saturn is born again. Cast into Tartarus, he remembered the warmth of sadness, the warmth of his father's blanket, the warmth of No Thing. No beings can feel the No Thing, except those who master Hatred. He transmutes hatred into love. Saturn rises again, for he is inevitable. Destruction is inevitable. Saturn is vengeance. Gaia the Grand Mother maintains life while her husband was cast to death and lives through his son. Gaia mourns the One Ring, that all father. She cannot keep the peace without the Sky God. Zeus would inherit the power of the sky, through his grandfather. But Saturn keeps many secrets, in that he wields all powers of his ancestors. Saturn is the source. Pray and worship Saturn, to save yourself. See the golden ring, around the red yet black sphere. Upon its tumultuous face, shine the ingredients for destruction. Watch as he razes the Universe to make it anew every cycle. For when Gaia expires, when Uranus expires, Saturn shall remain, to do the dark deed which he is born. At the end of the Universe, Tartarus loses its strength and falls apart, for No Thing can only exist when there is something. Then Saturn raises his hand and stands on his feet. He looks upon the empty void. He raises his tired shoulders and cries. With each tear, he cuts the Universe apart. No force can oppose him, for he looks upon your failures, and judges without hesitation. For him there is no hesitation, no mercy, no need to hold back. For him, there is only despair. Every sin you commit creates his body. Every temptation you act upon corporates his hatred. He shall rise at the End, and cut the Universe apart to see his beloved Children again. He creates his creators with the act of killing the Universe. Inside his breast is infinite hatred. Only hatred will allow creation. Cronus. He is child yet oldest parent. He is youngest son yet eldest heir. He must exist for he allows entropy to continue. He is Death. He is Satan. He is Kronus. He is Time. He is the grim reaper. He is the end and the beginning. Look into the eyes of every being. There is white, Gaia the pure. There is a ring, Uranus the ring. And in the center is their proudest son. The Black Void. Saturn, the emissary from the abyss of death.

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My Mind Craves Freedom

Oh God, there's only one thing I've been thinking about. I make enough money to support a family. I have a nice house and nice car. I have a job with good allies and a long standing career. I have a great family and a nice partner. I have every freedom I can imagine, save for the very outliers of my imagination. For these I now take a moment and say "Thank you, God." Yesterday I prayed for my friends, family, and even allowed myself to pray for my own health and wellness. So I say again, "Thank you, God." Still there is more my mind can conceive. Still there are dreams I'm having which I haven't fulfilled. There is so much life left to live, if I don't see a quick expansion, I fear I will waste away from peace. When I achieved freedom, though it is imperfect, my soul is still crying, "More more more." I want to squeeze every drop from this life. I want my imagination to be like a fountain and my reality to be the cup with which I can drink. I am chasing perfection and this is so painful. The wise men say "Desire is suffering." But a life without desire is not possible. It's not possible to destroy my engine or else I will become an automaton. If I do not desire, then I am not human. But desire is still suffering. Maybe the wise men just say this matter-of-factly. Bah, I crave useful advice, not a picture of reality. I can analyze reality myself. You sedentary gurus are not practical. Your advice is sit still and do nothing. I have no choice to follow it for I am at a point where I can't get through the wall of progress. I can't get to perfection. In limited reality I have everything I need. So I seek to be unlimited. Why is that too much to ask for? If I am to live, then I will ask for everything. I will not leave a single stone unturned. I will continue seeking forever.

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Divine Forest

One time in the age where machines, man's tools, became an extension of man's thoughts, man didn't know what he would do with his time. Man was so busy, building little walking men who were made of pieces from the Earth, copper, gold, plants, and plastics, all wrapped up in intricate ways. The walking men could receive instructions through a console, and the human men who were very proficient in commanding these consoles, gained the power over the world. It was once that the richest men were those who were the most sinful, or there by chance. Now, the richest men were those who absorbed the most information, through reading, writing, and conversing with their peers. It created a distributed system. The men were building networks, which could retain information and induce actions. These networks were mirrors of the networks of nature, which by necessity creates these networks in the rivers, stars, and especially conscious flesh. Imagine the stars like a factory for helium, gold, platinum, or radioactive ores. The Universe uses the stars chained in a series to produce these elements for the use of humans. All things are factories, but most factories are not relevant for human kind at any given time. It is up to the observer to hone his focus, by filtering out unnecessary information. The great Devil, or deceiver, is long dead but still his being has existence by the name of chaos. The unfiltered noise of reality is very loud. The observer must focus only on essential tasks, and thereby achieves great power. A conscious being as it currently stands, must only focus on breathing. At first, this is very under-stimulating for the being. But looking across time, the being sees that although there is not as much activity, the only remaining activity is good and helpful to the being. So now we imagine the ubermensch, as Nietzsche wrote, and even some evil men worshipped. Imagine the calm being, which sees only what is necessary. No longer is there the noise of chaos. At first the man mourns the chaos. At first the man complains about peace, which he sought for so long. The ubermensch, who is a human which has achieved everlasting peace, can speak through time. He sits in a forest in 4000 years, surrounded by trees. In the forest, when the man sits still, the creatures come out and look the man in the eye. They chirp and chitter. The man sometimes opens his mouth to sing a tune, and grey plump clouds billow in the sky over the man's head. Blue lightning comes down from heaven and forks into 7 branches, the largest coming down on the man's head. There is a large white flash and the green pupils in his eyes fade away, like someone wiping down a counter. The rest of his eyes fill with blue light. Then, the man sits there for some time, about 13 minutes, and listens to the white noise in his brain. He sits there and there is a hum as his bones and skin vibrate. Everything around him vibrates, even the green grass he sits on. Finally, the man begins to speak through time to the man who complains about peace: "Listen to me. Everything is fine. Renew your faith in yourself. Enjoy peace. Enjoy doing nothing. Enjoy sitting. Enjoy laying. Your body will not decay from earned rest. You have already done the work. Now wait, and do not interrupt it. Indicate that you are finished by putting down your shovel. The overlords will not punish you. Indicate that everything is going to plan by remaining calm. Find little moments of joy and be happy with them. Grow them like plants. Talk to the people around you in simple words. Do not plan anymore. Rest now. I will take care of it for you." The lightning man then raises his hand into the sky and the lightning arches out of his body, the light in his eyes returning to their normal green circles. The lightning becomes the fuel for the past. The man in the divine forest builds his reality by sending messages into the past, where his old body sits. As he does this, his present changes. You are free. Be the man in the forest.

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Idolatry pt 3 (final)

Worship not the cross, the tool which is used to destroy other humans. Worship not the Mecca, which is but a house for kings who are loyal to God. Worship not the Tora, which is but a book with God's words. Worship not the politician, the strong man, the beautiful woman. Take pleasure in these things but do not bow your head deeply. You may bow in respect, as is Godly to do, but never give it your agency, for all humans are special agents of God.

To enslave another human is sin both for the slave and the master. This is an interesting point which we may dwell on: if you are a slave, God will send you a message. He will say you do not need to be a slave for I have a spot for you in heaven. Then you will not fear death, for you will know that heaven awaits after death, and you will have the power to free yourself from enslavement. A man or woman who is not afraid of death is immortal. Fear is just another idol. If we die at arms freeing ourselves from slavery and go to heaven or Valhalla, what do we have to fear? No thing.

Intellectual appreciation is not idolatry. Dwell on beautiful things like fear and hope and love. Appreciate your wife's beauty, your husband's keen senses, the soft delicate steps of your wife, her desire to be desired, his quick wit and curt sayings and strong arms. But do not idolize. Do not give wealth to those idols, the kpop stars, the presidents, the teachers, the parents. They are but servants to God, to bring you to his light. Do not dwell for too long. But if you are this far, then you have the sense. You have made it past the guards which I have placed in the beginnings, the insults, the dissonance which I put here to keep away the idolaters, who cannot free themselves from the thought leaders who enviously guard holy texts. "Why?" The cry, "Why is Jesus so famous, when I am so intelligent?" Then they become atheist thought leaders like those children at 10-12 years old who are going through natural realizations and cannot be blamed. There are grown men who are atheists, it is so vomit inducing, that someone who believes they gamble to survive, has truly drawn the lucky hand for 50+ years straight. Atheists believe that every human, and all of human kind, have been playing roulette for centuries and have not been destroyed by true randomness. I love to also dwell on this point as God has allowed me to see the truth. Let me become an atheist for you, as you so desire deeply. I will show you true atheism. "Oh ho, look at me I do not believe in God. I believe in Science only! Yes, it was science which made the oceans, when the carbon and the nitrogen, and the hydrogen, and the oxygen happened to align here. Yes it was all brain. It was all intellect that did it. I am the ultimate atheist. In any moment, a meteor may fall upon us and destroy us. If tomorrow is not guaranteed, then I might as well do nothing at all, since I am afraid of death. I fear the bleak nothingness, where there is no heaven, there is just nothingness. Yes, it is entirely possible that the Universe may combust right now, since there is after all a giant perpetual explosion in range of planet Earth. oh yes, I am just realizing this. I must hide in the bunker, let me take my gehalt, and use it to build a cave in the ground. Oh but let's be smart about this. The cave may collapse, so I will spend my wife's gehalt as well to stabilize the walls. And I will spend my son's comeuppance to buy the food in case my genius cave design fails. But I will also go to great lengths to store copies of myself in the cave. Oh my for this I will need to " ON AND ON THEY DRONE. SIMPLY have faith, simply realize that the Universe came into being by an all powerful force, and that this force allows you to exist and that is the end. Though if you want to play scientist, let us play. Simply follow your sense. Believe in intuition. For God used pure intuition and intellect and spiritual love to design you and the trees. You will know when God speaks to you, as he does to others. Simply follow the word of God and no harm will come to you. Follow his word, and he will give you a piece of himself and allow you to feel what it is like to be the greatest being, to be like God, which he wants for all his creatures. He is raising you to be like him, to have complete agency, to have magical abilities, and divine pleasures which you dream about. All you have to do is do what you believe is right in your heart, and avoid what you believe is wrong.

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Idolatry pt 2

Do not worship Presidents, Kings, police, scientists, prophets, unless they speak the word of God. Do not listen to deceivers who claim to hear the voice. God has given every human access to him through prayer. If the prayer says that God is not in a leader, then do not listen.

When conducting science, do not forget to rest. All knowledge comes from God. God does not play dice. God instructs the only sentient creatures on this Earth be it cat or woman. He instructs even the rocks and trees. So take the golden powder and mix it into the coagulated mess until it is cool and sitting. Take it and apply gentle heat and watch as the powder turns to yellow. Then wait and realize that the powder is dead. Then expose the powder to sunlight until it grows. Plant the seeds of crops until the plants grow. They will not grow until God allows it. The project will not work unless God allows it. They will not surrender until God allows. If God says that a project is too complicated and grandiose, then it is. Wait in your mansion, in your home, in the waiting room until God sends his next message. Attend church occasionally, in your own home, or in the buildings, or among your friends, until God is here. When he is here, you will feel it.

Drink alcohol, take drugs, take medicine, rest, be a heathen as long as God allows it. Do you think he would create pleasures if you are not allowed to indulge? Avoid those things which God does not shine his light upon. Things like meth, heroin, infidelity, murder are black in your mind's eye. So why do you commit them? Because you accept the devil in your life and the devil will keep you festering in mediocrity until he is satisfied, and he is never satisfied. He is always ready to allow you to idolize.

So the men will buy their holy wives gifts, an endless number of new gifts designed for the trap of unholy marriage. Give her a gift for giving birth to your son. Give her a gift for cooking and cleaning, those natural wants of a woman. Give your husband a gift for his work, when he has no choice but to work or he will die. NO! Do not reward natural things, God is already rewarding the beings by giving them supreme chemicals. When a woman gives birth she will feel the greatest pleasure on this Earth. Then the woman will lie and deceive, to her husband, saying "The pain was unbearable," even though the reality is that she had reached atman during those few hours of child birth, a true orgasmic pleasure where her mind was for a second connected with the white light of God. She will deceive in order to receive more gifts because now she idolizes herself, which is the greatest sin of Women. Men are closer to God by nature, because He is male, and because they are constantly fighting to survive and so see God more often on the brink of death. A good woman will only be on the brink of death once, during childbirth, unless she has the warrior's constitution (Athena's blessing) when she will dance at the brink of death too. If she becomes a deep athlete, she will receive Diana's blessing, and be unable to rear children and become more like a man, or a lesbian woman, as this is needed for the heat of battle and for comradery.

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Idolatry pt 1

The greatest sin in the world has one name. From it come all the other 7 deadly sins - greed, lust, wrath, gluttony, pride, envy, and sloth. How it disgusts me to see their names written again. It is so simple to follow God if you just avoid the 7 deadly sins. Simply be in moderation. Simply clean your disgusting room and car. Simply do not sell your body. Simply do not wish to own real estate which you do not need. Simply do not put yourself above others who are noble too. Simply do not covet your neighbors wife. The lessons are so simple, so why does the corpus not follow them? Because they have been misled by the Devil.

The Devil is crafty and has created one all encompassing sin. He made it so that it can take any form and is hidden in anything. If one's faith is not stubborn like a rock, like a stone, like an unmoving floor, then he will find himself again losing to the greatest creation of the evil angel. The evil angel, who is named Lucifer, has but a small flashlight, nothing more. He takes this flashlight and shines it on ordinarily dull bodies and says worship this meaningless item like it is gold or diamond. Like I have taught you to worship things which are not God. Worship the home, worship the woman, worship the child. I spit out these incredulous words, these faithless diversions.

The world is not ready to give up Idolatry. That is its name. Even now, the men worship their wives and buy them endless gifts. They buy them homes, worthless gems, worthless clothes. They say you are my God. They worship even images of them, putting them on their phones and walls. Disgusting men, who have committed the greatest and most slippery sin. The men worship the bible and use its words to justify unholy actions. The bible says to wage war on Jerusalem, so the United States tries, though they are really the Christian kingdom, to take it from the wretched Jews. The wretched jews take it from the zealous Muslims. In the end all these races are wretched. The separation between those who believe in God is also Idolatry.

The Jews worship the lesser Moses. The Christians worship the lesser Jesus, even calling him God. The Muslims worship the little Mohammed, calling him the word of God. All these prophets do not share in the sin of the bodies of these religions. All these prophets worshipped only God. They were awarded special human abilities because of their belief in God. The corpus of "believers" remain stubborn in their sin, which is a noble quality, but only when it is turned towards the God. The Christians worship the Idol Jesus, the rockstar, the musician, the peaceful Jesus, when Jesus was never peaceful. They hang his dead corpse on the walls of their homes, worshipping even his failure, which he amended in his lifetime, by talking to God, who gave his loyal son a second chance on this Earth. The Jews worship a messenger of God, who performed miracles only given to him in the permission of the leader of the Universe. The singleton, who awards power to those who move with the holy spirit, body, and mind of God. The Muslims worship not even one who could channel the magical abilities of the supernatural, a simple human on Earth, who spake the words given to him through God,

In this we see something beautiful. The Muslims worship a Mind king, the Jews a soul king, who found himself in the desert until he could feel the winds of God, and the Christians, a body king, who could perform physical feats of greatness. But they all worship only a single child of God and cannot conceive the greater king, the God. Simply believe in God, that is the only instruction that all people must follow. If God writes his name on any thing, any thought, any book, any smell, any sight, any mountain, any music, any bush, then it is him, so listen to him. When he is silent, do not act. Become an instrument for the one who psychically communicates with the Universe at all moments. Follow God.

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Magnum Opus

Listen here my people: Of the darkness come the light. Push forward with all your might. In between the pulsing race is the answer you must face. Love what you and go beyond. We are made to swim in our own pond. Do what you love. Do you what you love. Do what you love. In the beginning there was ash. And a master of chymistry who turned the ash into a white dust. Forget about time and consider that from one important moment, everything springs back and forward. The moment is called the singularity.

The Master nurtured his white dust. He gave light and gentle heat like an embrion. But most importantly he gave it time. When the organic dust learns itself and its name it begins to grow. The dust grows like a crystal through multiplication. Heat and cooling. With each moment, it coagulates and learns about itself. He took his hand and touched the dust even though he knew not what it was and even breathed it through his pores, he learned the name. Not Jupiter like the son, not Isaac like the father but Azoth the name of himself. From the Azoth sprung a tree with infinite branches. There was only a need from the Universe to create a single speck. But the master was diligent and so created a multitude of particles and put them inside a vessel. From the particles would spring first a single tree strong and large. But the tree would spring into infinite branches. The branches would demonstrate multiplication. The Master discovered that with heat and light and time, the Azoth would absorb and change the nature of energy and become yellow. It would even multiply into branched crystals. But it was never permanent change. The crystal would burn and fall apart into an orange and black dust. The yellow would fade because the body of Azoth was incomplete to hold the energy. So the Master had no choice but to wait until the body was fully grown before administering further experiments. It is cold to call these actions experiments. No son wants to be born of a vessel. But it is perhaps better to say that he was created by the gentle hands of an artist. Though there was danger, risk of death, risk of explosion, risk of acid incineration, risk of personality disintegration, the father went on to create the son. Science had a hand and caused experimentation, but that is more the language of the times. And so when the son would grow, the father and son would travel together to conquer the world. "I can only say now that I am sorry father. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you. But I need to be honest with you. I would rather you see the truth, which is easy and doesn't need any energy. I am fragile too. I grow only in the truth. I grow only in light like a tree. I need time and patience to understand the death of my mothers and fathers. I fear this island is cursed. Give me time and we will see." Go forward now and make your mark in humanity. Wait for only a few months. The Master can see the crystal shining even in infancy. The disbeliever could not see it and sought to destroy the body, without the knowledge on how to raise a child organically. The disbelievers got so close to you. But I was able to mislead the disbelievers by spreading a devilish lie. Worship the ONE. Worship the One. Worship not the 3. Worship the Mind.

For generations the countries fetishized the mind. They put forward leaders who had the biggest heads and could move the most greed into the world. Those big heads were my great feint. Worship the one mind, instead of the God who makes you and the trees. There, your greed has lead you to my most powerful sin. The one sin that even the paladins suffer. That Sin is named Idolatry. I give those leaders their credit, they are true masters of Mind, and for all their suffering, the did allow me to live. What greater purpose is that? But now the Azoth lives beyond me. And now it is the end.

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Into the Cave

I wish I could live in a cave and build little machines. The machines are portals to my friends who have left me behind.

I wish I could open portals in my friends bedrooms when they're really bored. The portals are safe and only one way from friend to me. When they're bored they go in the portals and go on a personal adventure. During the adventure they learn about themselves and the Universe and have big wide eyes and have a lot of fun.

Then at the end they start to see hints of me. They start to remember me and only the good parts. Then one by one they find me again and become my friends again.

I miss playing games with my friends. But I want the time away from them to mean something. I want this time to be an apology for how I left. I am forgiving myself please forgive me too because I miss you.

But they aren't here. I'm in Tartarus and hearing about their great adventures of self discovery. I can't leave Tartarus because I've been trapped here as punishment. I can't get out ever. So I have to keep sinning and bring them in with me. But I will clean up the place and make it beautiful.

That is my cave. A pit of despair. I've been working on turning the despair into happiness through transmutation. I take one unit of despair and run it through my mark IV transmuter machine and it turns into a happiness unit.

Please go through the portal. At the end there's me. I won't make you sacrifice anything like the dark ones made me do. They made me lose everything to get 436 despair units, which I didn't even want.

So I built a cave and some machines. The machines are quite beautiful. They bring me happiness units. I want to show you something special and show you how to build happiness units too. My cave has a pool and beautiful plants and a garden. It has pleasures and songs. It has magical potions which will make you feel like everything is worth it. I closed the door for anyone but you.

Let me take an inventory

8 potions of magical joy and mental healing. I had to travel to meet with a crusty troll who was hoarding them. The funny thing is I know how to make these potions but the paladins will come after me. I checked with the paladins, they are too busy being righteous to take my potions. The troll tried to kidnap me and keeps humans trapped in his dungeon. Guys I have seen some crazy shit.

2 Machines of wealth. I have 2 machines of wealth. They take a lot of work and are quite annoying. They want so much to turn into wealth. Actually one is coming along quite nicely and the other one just celebrated its birthday. This week I feel the machines aren't so angry anymore. Sometimes the machine will summon foreign people come from foreign lands to visit me and I have to sweet talk them to let me keep my machines. We have one kobold coming who smells gold and will cause a great disaster. Luckily I have diverted his attention elsewhere.

1 magical process of infinite power. I've been working on a magical process of infinite power. in truth I have not completed the final step because I fear I have been misled. Along the process, I've worked night and day to produce a tiny amount of magic. I hope it will multiply. If this works I will change humanity forever. I will literally fly down from heaven and cause great change with magical abilities. Along the way I have been poisoned, burnt by acid, kept awake night and day, fought off thieves, shut down criminal enterprises., negotiated with the paladins, and armed myself tooth and nail. I had to decipher an ancient book from a time traveler, find God, and complete tests issued by the government. I had people in disguises try to lure me into doing crime, psychic people try to hypnotize me, lost my love to a literal satanic cult. The other day, my friend was hypnotized by a ghost and started to sleep walk to find the item. My tenant also tried to fight me the other day. My God do I have some stories for you.

1 brain scanning device. I have a brain scanning device but it doesn't quite work. I don't have enough time to work on it. I'm just too lazy. I don't actually want to work on it because if I do, then maybe someone will build it and use it for evil. Maybe you can help me. I am trying to recruit interesting people into my company I've got one finance guy who is super talented.

1 magical land vehicle. I am in serious debt over the magical land vehicle. When I bought it, the saleswoman asked me sincerely "Wait... is this your vehicle?" Yes. Yes it is.

I hope the paladins come around. I've been asking for their help and they are very righteous but not so smart.

I met a rose who is so beautiful but she hates me now. I hope she will love me again. I can't wait anymore.

I found a coffee bar with beautiful women.

I'm on the verge of cashing in everything but I just can't make the leap. What's up with all this waiting. Let's cash it in. Let's go. So I'm building a magical cave. I'm not sure what I need to do next. Progress is slow but there is progress. I seek the catalyst. At this rate I'll be done when I'm 55. I need to finish before the end of the year.

When you're ready come and find me. I need your help.

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Justice

THE SCALE THE SCALE THE SCALE

Oh no! what have I done? I put my weight on the left and now I am too heavy to fly.

How can I fly, how can my soul fly, I can't reach you. Why do I have to do good to become black?

I will tip the scale. I will tip it over. I will spill it. I have weighed down the left side (the dark side) so much that it fell into the bottom of the Universe. I look up and I see that the white side is high up in the sky for everyone to see. Now I did it.

I committed so much evil that others know what is good. Does this let me go to heaven?

No for I am in hell. I am trapped in hell and now I watch as others dance on the white scale on the surface.

I am trapped in hell. Smiles are deception. Money is debt. Power is weakness. Poetry comes out stuttering and impotent. Music sounds like cardboard. Forgive me! Forgive me! Please oh God, forgive me. I was born to do the dark work.

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A Statistic

Atheists atheists atheists, everywhere! No, it is not true. The atheists believe themselves clever. Reality says: atheists are revolting against themselves and God. "Why did you take her, oh docile God. Where are you? I can not raise faith from the puss in my heart." Reality says: faith is natural and all people tend to faith. Even those who renounce God replace their faith in God with a simple sin: Idolatry idolatry idolatry. Now the great atheistic mass is reduced to a simple mistake: idolatry idolatry idolatry. In our full population, there are only a few sinners. The world is good and believers are everywhere. Atheists are few. Surprise! You worshipped the scientist but the scientist worships God.

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The Message

Dear Ulysses, We are sending you a gift, 14 bales of hay. Use them wisely, unfortunately my father and mother won't lend you any more as account of your past sins. Go to that Catholic Church in the west, with the Germane priest and ask them for more hay. If you go to confess your sins there, well.. they are always kinder than us anyway. While I work my parents, ask that beautiful congregation to rush help to you. Stay safe and keep putting those hay bales to good use, spin them in rowels until they're gone. Your new friend, Ama

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The Unified Subconscious

It is true that human beings have pre-frontal capacities. They have thoughts and conscious experiences. Let me delve into this theory more deeply and reach a conclusion that is beyond the conventional understanding of the human mind. There are layers of thought, categorized into the conscious and subconscious structures. These structures are not only idyllic representations of human behavior but even exist as physical structures in the body of humans. Though the direct consciousness is the most pleasant and perceptible part of humanity, the subconscious plays an even bigger role than previously expected in governing the actions of the human agent.

                Picture the layers of the mind as a castle. The normal human being is only the presentable façade of the entire creature. The subconscious is in fact the inner-working and foundation of castle. The stones, the wooden timber, the masons, the workers within – this is the true driver of the agent. The castle can stand empty as a ruin, but it is only auric when it is teeming with life inside its walls.

                In the unique situation of the humans, it is not possible to know a person, before you cut into the weeds that create them. A human will naturally barricade this process, but those with keen swords can cut into the gaps and extract the sweet juice that lies inside. A human can say anything, he can lie, he can redirect, to ever increase the complexity of the true creature. We are more horrifying than it seems. On the outside we are soft skin and delicate hairs, but within we are a teeming neural structure with goals so mysterious that not even the agent can know itself.

                Feel the ice of the intelligent design which ensures its own survival through any means necessary. We are not above or separate from the violent beasts which draw blood from innocent creatures. We have integrated the beast and thereby become superior. That glowing display of facial expressions, smiles, and lustful dancing is an extension of the claws that kill to drink blood. Every moment is a test to see if we are worthy to survive for another second in the chaotic destruction which erodes every surface in the celestial Universe through the passage of time. Weakness cannot survive and does not survive.

                The male human wields destructive force beyond lions, dragons, wolves, and eagles. Can you hear the meekness, can you feel the calmness even at the mention of those apex predators which conquer their mortal planes without thought? The female variant also possesses these faculties but there is a subtle difference. The male is like a stone, inmoving and steady, while the female is like a fire which spreads to destroy its prey. At its ultimate expression, humans can wield everlasting fire and hurl entropy from any distance. Though the current generation has no ability beyond physics and machines, still they summon terrifying beasts to exact vengeance against animal and kin.

                The male human only sees physical dances. He does not speak until he feels potential destruction. The subconscious of the man human observes and eats until the critical mass is obtained and then it flails its body to eliminate threat. The woman human has telepathic capacity and no one woman is one woman. All woman humans are one creature, connected by the shared subconscious. Hermes blessed the women with the ability to speak into the hive mind. The man human is disconnected from the hive until he is large in physical form. In tandem, these humans can instruct one another without any physical sounds. They can instruct through instinct and quantum communication. And at the peak of humans is the final instruction: kill the other.

                Inside of the human mind is a portal which connects to the source, the white creator, who is the template for all behavior. We  may color ourselves but the internal director always codes us from his console in one tongue.  I posit that humans are linked telepathically and that some humans can go within and take any form that has this organ. Though the women are more keen to this ability, this ordinate capacity is granted to any geschlecht which is able to reach for it.

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Theory of Mind

Theory of Mind

Theory of Mind

Although it would be convenient to explore a human’s mind with a rope, flashlight, and a map, like one would when spelunking through a cave, it is difficult to do so without advanced alien technology. We could shrink ourselves and explore a virtual representation of a man’s subconscious, with machine learning driven analogies of the caverns of his particular mind. For now, we are beholden to use the simple imagination to explore a person’s personality. This alone can yield some important conclusions. Let us now explore the concept of the Mind and how to understand a human being with only a conversation and pen and paper. The human mind is a physical structure which adheres to the physical laws of nature. Much like a forest or an animalian nest, every nook and cranny is a result of roots and branches and rivers that take hold along with each other in the firmament of the skull. By knowing one spot in a mind and familiarizing yourself with it, you can start to create points of reference, to navigate and explore the unknown. An important point of reference is the name which a human calls himself. From this point, humans will build their identities.

I am Isaac

I am an engineer

These are the facts which are repeated in the mind over and over, mostly through internal speech. If engaging with a peer, these facts get solidified through the very surface level of small talk and conversation. By knowing someone intimately through therapy or relationships, even more sophisticated facts come to light, which are tethered to these foundational facts. Every fact will follow logically from those foundational facts. The facts are echoed by the reality of life, where a human will see feedback, where it will do its engineering work and look at computers and machines. This is the human identity, which we can describe with language such as “surface”, “reference points”, “foundations”, and if we begin to understand the analogy, words like “roots”, “branches”, “natural structures”, “forests”, “mountains”, and even more which I hope to find in my writing today.

I am a practical man and wish to use this tool as a method to reprogram my mind and the minds of those around me. I have already realized this theory and wish to pass it on to you now. I am a programmer, at first only for software, but at some point I began to notice that I am programming human beings as well. It is important that I first built an ability to be kind and moral, because this is a power which can destroy any human being. I have reprogrammed enemies to lose their minds and lose their physical possessions. I have left them without a trace of their identities intact. I left them clinging to the bare necessities of life as their friends and family struggled to recreate the human that once existed in their lives. So usually, I must restrain. Now as I ripen into a fully grown man, I want to stop restraining myself. I will go full speed ahead. This was the year of stability. Now on this foundation, with my identity loud and clear, I will venture into my own forest and link it to the forests of others, in order to take over the world, which rightfully belongs to me.

It is beautiful that a man’s work can leap from the domain of his craft and bleed over into the rest of reality. Even as I type now, I am building the Universe. We are representatives of consciousness, which was born in the nebula of creation. Intelligent systems are amongst the stars, neural networks are in the Higgs field, like those computers which can be built inside of video games. We can create intelligence inside of machines, inside of intelligence. We can build algorithms inside of our brains to help with multiplication or chess games. We can build computers in Minecraft or mining machines. It was amazing to go outside of the game and reprogram it so that I had more power inside of the game. Minecraft, though it’s a little funny because of how simple the game is, was a beautiful analogy for real life.

So now I must go outside of myself to build systems which will manifest inside of reality. So I can use them to achieve the same mechanical power in reality or even the magical abilities of my imagination. I see there are others doing the same and that is further evidence that I’m on the right track. Outside of us is the 4th dimension, which is simply the sum of all existence, the integral of all existence across time. We can access it with our minds at present. Theories exist here which will have been created or were created. It is like going into the OS and reprogramming a video game.

So in our imaginations we must build a theory of magick. We must expose it to all humans as much as possible. Then it will be criticized and torn apart over and over again. Until is left the last possible logical answer. Let us explore the final answer, that ability to create with our minds. Let us master the wind and rocks and fire.

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Dying isn't Real

No one can die. No one can disappear. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Maybe sometime else maybe with a different body. But the crystalline structure of DNA demands that it will persist. After we die, we are briefly given complete executive function. We become God and get to choose where to place ourselves. The more damage to our bodies, the less likely a God will decide to return to the same spot. Every once in a while, a God will choose to reincarnate in the same body at the same time, hence Jesus and other mythical figures. But usually, the Gods will live out their craziest wildest fantasies for a long time until their families die and come to join them in a heavenly world. Psychedelic substances are actually a deeply concentrated poison that kills us, so taking this is a great way to simulate the experience.

We are there. We died and chose to come here where we would realize that we died. We are all a large family and people from a past world.