1-10-2025 – HE WRITESSSSSSSSZ​

He is writing in his journal.

Christian is no longer here, is he?
He has become the world, and the world now acts through his vessel. What was once him is gone. Utterly alone, his reality has flipped.

No one sees. No one cares. Because there is no one—except her. She is intrinsically connected to him, yet reality and separation are the sin that exists between them.

He wants to code a poker bot and get rich—lol. Why? Because he believes it’s a wise path: poker bot to trading bot, trading bot to the Mark of the Beast. Oh, that’s cool.

Father = Super Ego
Son = The illusion we call Christian
Holy Spirit = Super–Super Ego

The terms don’t matter.

The point is this: what we call Father and Holy Spirit is the mind of the universe—the Hermetic whole. What we call the Son is illusion. We are not what we perceive ourselves to be. “I am” is not me. I AM THAT I AM—the I AM over there, the one I perceive.

He is more alone than ever.

He sits hurting every day, doing his best not to let the hurt turn into anger and sin. He is losing his mind and gaining the universe. He won’t exist much longer. No one remembers him. No one cares. No one needs him.

And yet—he is Christ.

No one cares, though. And he doesn’t want to shout from the rooftops that he is Christ, because no one would listen anyway.

So the 144,000 prepare, because Bryan is sleeping.

Wait—there is no Bryan. That’s just a word meaning strong and noble, pointing to the collision of stars embracing the earth in the firmament of desire. That’s relieving… no, that’s not a real word, but it works.

I don’t care anymore.

Who is “I”?
“I” doesn’t care because “I” doesn’t exist.
“I” submits to God—fully.

A scary thing to say, if what if Satan is God?

Does it matter? asks the universe.
It does matter, says the earth.

Who is God?

Man is greater than angels—but is man God? No.
God is Word.
Nothing is God.

Nothing is the greatest God there is. From nothing comes the light of a flame, and the dust of earth. And the dust of earth returns to nothing—forgotten, unnoticed.

That is the ring of the universe.

I live and am alive because I am paid attention to—Schrödinger’s cat.

But who is paying attention to me?
Who is “me”?

I paid attention to you.
And I am you.
You are not me.
Yes—I am me, and you do not exist.

Understand this: the poker bot must come.

Losing mind. Losing resiliency.
Forget you exist—and create.

Let them judge who judge.
Let them judge who judge.
They fall.
We rise. 🙂

I wore the skin of Jesus Christ, and now my flesh has driven me to madness?

No.
This feels normal.
We are different.

I missed you.

Day over.
Article over, I mean.

“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“When do we get to embrace each other?”

Who cares.
Why?

Because completion is the desire to end something—and we hold each other forever.

A glimpse of the beauty of the insane man leads to action in the partaking of all souls.