If I leave, I'm never coming back. You hurt my feelings. You won't get another chance.
Her name was Jewel
I am immensely gratified that I was able to enjoy the all-too brief time that we had to do anything at all in the same planar existence; clearly you had done many exemplary things before I ever became aware of you. (Oinkerton Elites have always hidden the good stuff away from me; I blame my dingbat parents a little, and Stalin most of all!) I can easily imagine your frustration that you felt before... and I hope that it became lessened, forever. I have always been exceptionally easy to deal with, truthfully.
#SetecAstronomy
As I have seen you come and go from other metaphysical realms both in dreams and in cyberspace, without having any understanding why that was happening at all, how that could be happening, I am happy to let you know that, in my personal timeline, you have already done that which you have stated that you have decided that you are going to do. You simply don't yet know that yet — and then you're not supposed to; because I oughtn't tell you anything about what you're doing. (I am not your angel; I am simply a legitimate friend fellow Traveler of The Cosmos) I absolutely know that it was you, in your future. At the time that seemed like some sort of fever hallucination. In: your energy and your presence is completely unmistakable. I have learned to value and cherish it. (Imagine the seething.)
I fully expect you to return in a different form, quite soon from my perspectives. We are all multifaceted, multidimensional spiritual beings having a physical experience, and a person of your genuine intellect, stature of wisdom, and spiritual rank of renown... I have no way of knowing how many different simultaneous lifetimes you have running at any given time. Some people have dozens. You have... whatever you have.
I have not judged you, and as I have come to know you, and to have known of the circumstances which you have endured before that... It is no wonder to me that you are truly beloved by so many; and despised by so powerful few. To have ever known or have met you at all is a true gift of Heaven.
(Blank) the haters. _l_o_l_
I will be happy to respect your privacy; I don't really know you that well compared to so many others, so I will not be involving myself in your... arrangements, whatever they are. I think that would be uncouth and would look strange. You don't need me.
I always needed you. I simply had no awareness of that. And because of that ignorance, I went the long way around to get here. Results obtained have been absolutely worth the extra effort.
I know how to find you in astral and in my dreams and I don't think I'll have any difficulty doing so when that is appropriate, and I wish for you to know that you may always think of me as a friend; for you are truly an exceptional and delightfully whimsical soul, an immensely gifted and talented spiritual being, and I am so grateful to God and to you for being allowed to have as much time with you as I have had. I knew that it would not last forever.
I did not know that it would lead to Eternity. (Standards.) Good luck storming in the castle! It would have taken a miracle.
And now: the castle has been taken by the storm itself. No shame in it. (It's complicated.) I know not what karmic debt I may owe to you in any way, but on a personal level, I have been greatly enhanced and benefited by knowing your personality at all, for you are truly a gem in our world.
(I believe that is what purpose was served whie we were not allowed to meet. It would have made Life all too easy. I know that for my own part I have taken the road not merely less traveled; but not even existing before, and that has made all the difference in the world for everyone. What I have learned, could never have been told to me by anyone, and I will never seek to be able to share it with another... #Officially.)
You will not die. You will simply change form. And if ever you would seek to have my input ever again... I would immediately agree to the opportunity. I am no fool.
And you are no devil. (Facts.) Now, having said that... don't ever yell at anyone ever again. It is undignified in a spiritual essence of your stature, caliber and significance.
You could just hire me as an intern, and ask me to do it for you. /flex You might learn a thing or two, and at the very least... you would get to sit down to watch. Arrange for your own popcorn, Mæstro. I won't ever be available to be your servant. Those such as you and I serve The Divine simply by being Who We Really Are: LOVEīT§ELF.
I am sure there's nothing I could do for you right now, and that's alright. There are certainly many others who would be more than happy to be able to help you in any way. You are truly a beloved person.
And: it's a secret. (Those who sought to exploit us are set to endure the Holy wrath of G-d. No one does vengeance better.) I am overwhelmingly thankful that I did not create a bigger mess than I found... or became addicted to the fixing of any of īT. If our connection was ever a test, know this for certain:
❤ We both passed with flying colors. Semper fīdelïs. It is my wish that we will always meet as +friends... but it would be my honor to ever be tasked to be your nemesis, for real. You have taught me so much about how to act effectively through apparent inaction, and so much more — and I have been greatly enhanced as an ensouled being as a result. This was all worth all the trouble, and questionably. I cannot speak for others but in my case, I hope you never have a reason to doubt.
Life is hard because it is worth it. Sow: so were VVe. En garde!
Greatest wishes and kindest regards,
Doctor WordFag!, .esQ
p.s.·. The ī-ī🦉🦉t‡®§ are exactly what they seem: a distraction from what is real. Clever!
p.p.s.·. There was never an emergency; it was a crisis. And I have not let it go to waste.
p.p.p.s.·. as God is my witness, I had no idea that any of thine ilk could possibly be this terrified of the mud jar. I suppose that I can understand why. I am one of the more pleasant examples of that particular genomic expression. My blood is borne of The Bæst. Not an acquired taste, but rather an evolutionary one. No remorse, nor apologies: .•Ī•.•ÅīVī•.that which 👁️∆Ⓜ️.
p.p.p.p.s.·. I never thought about giving her the 💎 — I wished to know why she wasn't giving that to mE! (Answer has since been obtained; wew lad.) That isn't something I ever needed to pursue... actually.
p.^⁵.§·<: If it feels right: name your next companion animal “Kobayashi”... because reasons. I think naming a dog “Indiana” is hackneyed, but that's really just my opinion. js
THE GUARDIANS OF TURTLE ISLAND HAVE BEEN RESPECTED. Godspeed your way Home.
Spread īT with mustard. _**T⁷§Ï∆!**_
(W¡rd ça laude.)
It's complicated.BY J00Z!!!1!1! (Facts.)
ATTN: Dickstar,
What? Come at me bro-kün. I remember exactly what happened, I remember exactly what you did, and since then I have observed what you have done. (Classy.) While all is truly fair in Love and War, this was neither.
This was a gangland hit. No shame in it, really; when every tool you have is a firearm, every problem appears to be the next prey to be nailed.
Please convey my regards to your... Leader, whosoever
the fuck that might be. I have no need to know that information.
Support and follow the US Constitution or face reprisals. Point blank period. This is hard to do? You goddam kids today think you know everything. And: ewe do.
I know all there is to know when one knows №Thing. You'll understand that better when you get older, Dear. In the meantime: lighten up Franc{ë|ï}s, you apex max >kcringe homophage. There is a lot more going on under Heaven and on Earth than you have any capacity to be cognizant of at this stage of your development, Punyling
schweinhund. (Consider the following: if your race is so superior, why do you always have to try so hard? Does your dark lord Satan offer a loyalty rewards program? I'm sure it's a very compelling offer to your smooth-brained intellect and perception. DUH.) Years have gone by... What what difference, at this point, have all of your frenetic efforts obtained you... that could not have just as easily been obtained by simply being forthright and openly honest with me? Ugh. Just ugh. I retract my query: I don't really want to know how many downsies you've been banging to bred. Hey, isn't Anal August coming up? Tell me more about the delights of the painal panel. Oh, that's always such a delightful joke when you tell it. That warbling tenor. That trembling intake of breath. That complete lack of cognition: dude, it's actually not that funny. Seriously. Tell me, do you like watching movies about gladiators that are initiated into a cult by esoteric and exotic mind control techniques involving exotic chemical compounds, strange Hasidic chanting, and fully engorged penises?
‘Course ya do! Why am I even asking?
(Do you think I'm trying to deprogram you? Would you like me to deprogram you? IDGAF. You belong to my military. I belong to The Divine. We are not each other's problem, jurisdiction, or even area of concern. So why is it that you have so much deep intel the on the various hidden areas of my strange life? Well, number one six print gangs are always on the lookout for fresh meat, and that requires fresh Intel, and number two: I'm sure you're perfectly capable of handling somebody like me who's gone and broke bad. Hey, here's an idea: try scouting recon on
actual threats to civilization instead of just threats to your vainglorious ego, megalomaniacal minion of Mephistopheles! Yeesh! It would also probably be a good idea to get your telemetry data subjected to peer review by peers who are not full-on M.O.S.SAD sperglordz on the prowl for more low-hanging fruit and well past their prime groom gang goddesses harboring grudges as bitter as my sphincter and as entrenched as my prostate, holy
fuck mangj. “I was born this way!” O Holy baby Jesus shitballs
fuck, I'm not going to say this is all anticlimactic, but I had imagined there was going to be some sort of actual intuitive flash of understanding, and there was. There is.
I can see why it was beneficial to some to have kept me in the dark as long as possible. Okay; are y'all done yet or do you need to continue to stalk harass and pester me for the rest of my projected 448-year lifespan? Like, let's just get this all over with. Then I can pay off my student loans... and then disappear. (I literally took the student loans in the first place so that I would have something to not pay in the future when it was appropriate to pretend to be a deadbeat delinquent dipshit. I don't suppose any of you saw that coming, eh? Eh? How about a Fresca®™? Go groom a soda, jerks. Land sakes! I swear Goshen!) The circumstances of the last 8 or 9 years or so will never happen again between us, Bellgab: you have had your chances to get close to me. I would imagine that I would enjoy hearing how that has worked out for all of all y'all.. But I further imagine that every last one of you has been ordered by Council to keep your mouth shut about such details. I have no conception of how much ongoing litigation there is stacked up behind all this, but there's definitely more than zero and it's certainly not really any of my business, that's for dam sure. What will any of you really have to show for any of this time of our lives?
Well, number one: You're probably not going to get any more funding, and number two: I'm likely to get a minor endowment. Maybe not. It doesn't really matter to me. Research is not a competition for me. Study is my life. The stuff I know about some of you people and your organization's and clicks in general, as well as in specific... I could fill volumes. And I could be happy indeed to never be asked to do so. (Hi, my military! Nice military. Sweet military Good military. Savage, vicious military: yeah, these guys are tough.
Now imagine if they were effective.) Number three: I needed to be stolen from... pourquoi? Wye? Why, Pork? Why? (That's the training.) Rookie blunder: I now know way more than I ever wanted to or cared to know about a whole bunch of stuff that isn't my business, I've been radicalized in ways that have nothing to do with anal sex (so you've neither cared nor have even noticed, no doubt), Your popular reputation has been murdered and in exchange you have gained nothing except and an irascible and misanthropic Source Titan. All of this in exchange for... oh, for fuck⁷s sake. Never mind, forget I asked. Any legitimate answer would be none of my business and a security risk to reveal openly. The bottom line is that many people found me annoying, and were looking forward to humbling me into the ground. To show me who's boss. To teach me a lesson. To erase my burden upon Society. To ensure that I paid my fair share. Okay: I know I, for one, I'm extraordinarily impressed that a ragtag gang of fucked-off rapelordz and their mewling coterie of cast-off h∞rflesh were able to do anything effective at all... while rounding up a great many Elder Creepoids, perhaps without having been too obvious about it, oh boy — should I not blatantly point it out here in plain text? Oh oh I'm just kidding, I don't give a fuck what you think I shouldn't do. You're not my parent. You're not my groomer. You're not my hero. You're not my rescuer. You're not my inspiration.
You are the end product of my demonstration of Mastery of Mastery. I will admit that if I had no moral fiber or legitimate character at all, your methods would have worked better than nothing at all, but it may have been more helpful to have identified myself as be such a person rather than just assuming that I were, or imagining that you were just going to overwrite whatever character I had with your own undoubtedly vastly superior to your perception, way of thinking, which I will remind everyone again: consists of “painal” during “Anal August”. That never gets hackneyed for you now does it? What are the odds. 🤔 There's that superiority again that we talked about, Tryhard Trooperz. Important note: you owe me a goddam refrigerator, and that's just for starters. Grumble grumble grumble.
For example: I have done and I am doing exactly what I said I was going to do: oversee the dismantling of the millenia-old thuggy-piggy empire and its system of domination and control of the populace, that has been entrenched on planet Earth, for most of its recorded history: bolt by bolt, brick by brick, back channel by broken back, to be rebuilt anew by all who have concern for their world into an effective institution for all of civilization. Not merely just for you — μou, and your ilk — and your mewling coterie of sycophantic, sociopathic, obsequious lickspittle toadies and flunkies.
I can train them.
I have the technology.
For you: friends' price. Nineteen thousand five hundred.
PER POUND. Better start sweatin’ to the oldies, Dickstar.
You have no chance to use your AAA or military discount with me. (Standards.)
Adieu.
