I’m supposed to make my own podcast. The aliens told me I was Alex Jones’ replacement, but I think I might also be Jordan Peterson’s. But either way, I’m Victorious Phoenix, and I am not nearly as good of a vocal communicator as a written one, so you’re gunna get batshit crazy right out the bat. Old videos show how far I have come, which my one handler said would inspire people.
I’m not able to get a good doctor or therapist cuz I’m poor and in Arizona and my medical record has “meth” in it, so I get shuffled to the worst doctors who don’t believe me and my insane life story.
I moved to Arizona two years ago and they treat me like shot because I have a strange story and they think I’m still on meth, so naturally everything that I say to them is a lie. No chance to being believed or understood.
I just remember that it was a pear ale and it was delicious.
I had a pear ale in the airport before we took off for the environmental nonprofit that I got a job with that turned out to be a cult that I hadto cut into my arm to escape from. One of the best drinks I’ve ever had!
That they care
I want to be on the regiment I’m supposed to be on, which is 1mg RisperiDONE in the morning (just saw they labeled it funny), and 2mg at night and 1000mg deprakote, but I’m only on 1mg of risperidone a day because it takes forever to see a doctor and they all lie to me and I don’t trust them, and these Arizona docs, with the shape I was in while in Portland, don’t believe anything I say, and the cops are setting us up, as I have to believe is planned, because I faked schizophrenia to get outta ROTC, but it’s ok, cuz I’m actually a schizoautismo doorigard of profound retardation.
Do new word. Sexual. Ah fuck! I don’t like being sexual because it evokes all these feelings of fear, but therein, I like being sexual because sex is fucking sex. I don’t like coming on to someone at all. I’ve done performance art before, guided by God, to be awkward or cringe or unsettling in a variety of ways, and I did so in the awareness it would heal me, choosing to overcome my fear, while believing I was a cop, which I believe now was done out of love and compassion.
But I like to joke about sex like Beethoven joked about poop. Autism! Aspergers? A rare form of ADHD that often gets misdiagnosed as schizophrenia? That’s what God told me, and I don’t get a euphoria from amphetamines, which I’m genuinely not on. I have a small amount of DXM in me because my life partner is financially abusing me and I cannot fight in the vacuum of my soul against the whelling feeling of being alone and fucked with and doom n gloom n all.
Censorship. Expression. I hear the announcement from the middle school I love next to. God knows what His ass is doing, and I think I do too. This, I am really starting to see how everything works out, despite y’know, 653k charges being thrown at me, for reasons that I worry about literally zero percent of the time because I’m not who I once was.
Thus, I am good being Victorious.
Oh that’s a typo?! I thought all meaning hinged on that! Now I’m soft, having been deceived and let down, once again!
I have the source code for the original autism. It involves a lot of updates to the attention coordination that led to the fall of man in the agricultural revolution, where we exploded in number in permanent settlements and no longer could function in Joint Synchronized Attention, which is what a flock of birds or a school of fish is in. But, the more the world changes to revolve around screen-dependent dopamine processing, autism is going to keep growing as we as a global society go througg another axial shift in consciousness.
I don’t want to defend my past self because while I wasn’t evil, I was garbage, and while it objectively wasn’t my fault that I entered college broken n shitty, I let it get worse until I realized I was going over a cliff with the help of a friend and I started working on myself, then acid happened, and juggling, and more acid, and MKULTRA, and a cult, and homelessness. Oh! I was a woman for a few years. Can’t forget that. I stayed at the women’s homeless shelter in Portland; I wasn’t the only one with a beard there! And that’s all going to factor in to how much the hate-fueled peoples are going to fuck themselves for it was my one handler that told me that it was my recovery and transformation that would inspire people.
I also get stiff thinking about the chthaoctardriam of my schizophrenia.
I am levels of weapons grade neurodivergent and I have been weaponized by the military industrial complex to start the memeplexic fusion reaction because I accidentally told my ROTC cadre that my (nonexistent) sister got me pregnant over the course of weeks, and then I had the Craigslist incident, which only helped me be so counterintelligent. Can’t stare at enough goats, y’know?
He’s right. He should have boofed them.
Those that don’t have knowledge but have positions of power will be likely candidates to fall for a sting operation like Trump.
Society is shaped like a pyramid. At the bottom are the laborers and the artisans; they work with stuff. In the middle are the merchants and the officers; they work with people. At the top are the clergy and the politicians; they work with narratives.
So, they might be the same intelligence, but they have access to knowledge of their class to do their specific roles that allow them to…act. And the world revolves around them, because they know how the world stage really works, and keep y’all moving about your roles because you obsess over the narrative you define your life and identity framework by.
But, there’s a clear path up.
Then why does propaganda like The Matrix tell these very people that they are so hopelessly dependent on the system, they will fight to defend it?
The people controlling the machines are not the problem. Our culture has been engineered to control those people who cannot think for themselves whilst simultaneously hiding the truth in plain sight to guide those waking up to the true nature of reality into the occult. Those “Illuminati” rituals n symbology n stuff? That is to WAKE people up; I don’t understand how people can look at this ish and still not understand that there is so much Knowledge and it’s easy to liberate yourself if you try will consistency.
I mean, people think this Epstein ish is real. He is absolutely alive because he was absolutely a cop, just like the orange cop-in-chief, and similar to Hunter Biden and the Clintons. Israel, too. It’s lost tribe strategy; have part of your network play the heel for intelligence gathering and counterintelligence purposes.
The Illuminati was an aspect of the police state that helped guide people realizing the literal word of the Bible and church wasn’t right while catching those people that just wanted to burn the world to the ground. The Crusades were a means to cause artificial genetic drift as the bad men went of to naturally select the best warriors while the good men stayed back with all the women.
The wheat and weeds seperate themselves by their own choices. Now, resisting the elite and the power of the state is naturally good; it’s what prevents us from becoming the Borg. The key is to do it peacefully!
Yes AND no! What you’re saying is true, but it’s more than that. The Earth does not exist as an external, physical object. You’re aware everything you experience is self-contained within your neurons, right? Well, you’re experiencing these words, yea? Well, this “outside” is inside you!
What is the semitrue external is a topological matrix; everything is a mesh of entanglements. Karma is the entanglement process. Your intention determines how you are entangled, and thus determines the parameters from which this illusory experiential reality unfolds in your personal monad.
To explain, the idea of the Brahma, the ocean of consciousness, and the atman, the vase pulled up from the ocean (“self”) is wrong. There is no seperation. Instead, a more accurate model is that God is a big balloon of consciousness that folded Itself into a balloon animal, and we are each one of the sections; monads in a monadic nodal communication system.
But the truth is, there is no inside/outside. It’s all one. There is no self, and the illusion is manifested by your sin; the defilement of the Ālaya-vijñāna, the storehouse consciousness, as the Buddhists call it. This is möbiation of entanglement to create dualistic dichotomy (inner/outer) within the part of the topological matrix you consider your “self,” and this is made naturally in early life (original sin), and in setting your intention in a way you knowingly harm or play against or take away from other beings against their will or consent, including your future self and your own cells.
Therein, how did Adam and Eve first get Knowledge? They sinned, but there are multiple types of sin, and the good sin is that which möbiates into a new orthogonal space and is explicitly done in the act of following synchronicity wisely and safely, and ideally, in a superposition of obeying and disobeying.
Y’know, God says go get an apple. Go get an orange. You broke trajectory, yet were the agent of self-determination. You are determining how you are entangled in every moment, and there very much is magick in this world. Occult just means “hidden,” as we engineered our culture in the occident.
Ah good, I had a positive impact on the world. Now I can proceed on my plan of wreckless self-endangerment, so I can die on a high note, and ethically! My life partner likes climbing. I’ve tried it before, on a rock wall at a museum, but I appreciate the challenge of having to find a route up. The dexterity you need for advance climbs is impressive!
If you have trouble getting the “feel” of a pattern, you can use tissue paper to slow it down and develop the connections. I used the library of juggling website that has moving stick figure diagrams to figure put how my hands n arms should move. Consistency is more important than brute force effort. Integrating it into a sets within a routine begets the best way to learn patterns and solidify with them.
Also, I’m a dude now, but I’ve transcended gender.