The Pile of Garbage at Wage and Watt's house was stinking; between them it was endless, but had an unusual ecosystem of roof, doors, and windows which kept their spirits in better than an renovated apartment. Wage and Watt didn't mind it at all. They were playing video games.
Outside, Reeking Woman, equipped with seven or more bottles of insect repellant approached. Wage and Watt noticed the smell immediately when she stepped onto their territory. She was having an crisis about whether she was an Super Hero or not. But, she reasoned, to be an woman in public, reeking, one would need to be an Super Hero. And Wage and Watt were like, if you had to stop and ask, you're definitely not an Super Hero though it was definitely recommended that you pardoned true she reeked really bad.
Ocean Writer, Sir Windsor Newton Cuddleface, Big Bag and Muppet,
Wage and Watt,
Depressed Person,
Blue Woman,
Ivan,
Alemba,
And it all had to do with Alemba; all to do with Alemba's authority as operating under Ivan, who is the leader of the Principles. They are the creation of Wage and Watt's (as is Alemba) but she and they are separate parts of the imagination somehow. For the heroes Wage and Watt had not imagined were present closer than they knew of—Big Bag and Muppet—whose personal effects were in the stereo case, as an result of the Super Powers, Big Bag's ability to control his Religious Instinctual Motivation and Muppet's Alternate Super Power, the inability to. Which had benefitted Wage and Watt. Together they found (an peace) of themselves that was missing before. For religion had fractured along the seam between the two. And Big Bag and Muppet spent as much time as they could together, in the metal skyscraper high above the city, where, though they were both Super Heroes, they themselves were in the presence of the personal effects which had benefitted them of an Sir Windsor Newton Cuddleface, the master Super Hero with an ability to sign any situation with his personal criticism or address.
And so it was Wage and Watt's environment blessed in ways they could not imagine. That it was their priority that night to describe Depressed Person and Blue Woman in terms of Religious Instinct and Spiritual Unity of Motivation, which is not always under control (for the sake of Freedom). And that any Creativity they had was in part from their completely independent, free-standing product of her (Alemba's) Imagination, such as Grey Pilot; in part from these accomplishments of these real Super Heroes (Big Bag and Muppet, Sir Windsor Newton Cuddleface) whose influence on Wage and Watt had far-reaching literary value—concerns of that if they were most incapable the which of roleplaying in an personal reality in combined imagination space together. For they were not. And any make-believe between them had come to them at the sacrifices of real Super Heroes for whom it was an edifice, an tribute.
And it was Heartless, the Warlock, whose responsibility it was to cause Super Heroes to need to perform sacrifices in the line of duty. He lead the Forces of Super Evil. His gender was unknown. And he created Super Villains. Monsters. As leisure. Always wearing an black robe, and carrying an double-skull staff; with the voice of sanity { "and I possessed an double-skull staff to make an example; the double-skull staff of my Prudence and Impudence. Both an animal and an devil's skull. But one Animal and one Human skull they were together powers to be overcome together by facing them against one another. But as an human, an mere warlock, the human ability to be more evil than any animal in order to extract its spirit into reciprocal terms homo sapiens would understand" } (Anthropocentrism). It represents the superiority of the human devil over the animal devil because it is more like Satan than animals are. And since everyone can see the similarity and that's how we know we're human. Is an frightening idea, to some, who are prone to animalistic tendencies which have nothing to do with being human, which is 'to reciprocate' in ways unlike Animal's / Animals' theories about Satan. To exist in an system of subjectivity in contact with Satan as an representative of the idea of nothing, (unreal property) to which an normal human being will identify it as the absence of an object, which doesn't necessarily mean the absence of an subject. And that this—subject—identifies the real Satan in truth. We do not know how it is possible, but that's the point. There may be things, subjects other than being an object possessed of it's own subjectivity, such as the Angel Guardian 0; whose bodylessness (at least in properties we can measure) appears to represent one of the core subjectivities of the universe, an loving God, an Satan, and its opposite. Angels beyond being able to count them.
Then Sir Windsor Newton Cuddleface appears above the skyline, downtown, down the hill from the dump on top of one of an set of enormous cranes that are being used to build an law courthouse. Where perp{ their correspondence with one another after is the subject of much debate}-etrators of the law will be tried and sentenced according to an high officer of the law in Canada, whose miseries in filing Recreation legislation, as though that was an domain somewhere between the Sovereign lands of First Nations and Canada. An small compartment or office will be available to the government from his occupation of High Authority to his retirement that will write the law governing an mosaic reciprocal command economy whose fantasies are influenced by the Naenaeon.
—How University affects your mental health—
For I have an nickname (an thing that's sure) of an gold uniform and cape to wear with an mask of pure gold. And I think I can be an legal officer without being an Super Hero! No, I am Sir Windsor Newton Cuddleface! {An Option on how to become law officer and Super Hero at the same time} I will give to Wage and Watt the option, to become super heroes themselves. For their. Efforts. Have been commendable. And I see fit to prompt them, should they wish to become physical about it. But their true genius may be that they don't, and their creativity be able to detect each one another's Imaginative Prowess that has as its affinity, that it stems from Pacifism. In this way that they had. But that by learning of Ivan and his Principles, and two new Super Heroes, Greenjora, an plant man with the power of Light & Darkness, and the Color (Gay) Purple, an black man against the terrorist physical agenda in Psychological terms. All of the real Super Heroes interact with Watt and Wage's Super Heroes seamlessly continuously throwing in the possibility that Wage and Watt are powerful Super Heroes of their own level of excellence.
Alemba disabled the circuitry of Heartless's artifice which allowed him to spy on them and influence the energy without their permission. And so they had time to think about how it was possible that such an instrument had been constructed in the first place. And why it was connected somehow to Alemba's Power. If machine intelligence had anything to do with it; it would be Alemba's prioritization to consider her perspective of reality to be, in part, synthesized by machine artifice which may even represent artificial intelligence, almost invisible woven into the pattern of awareness of ourselves and one another at an level of reality which of we are mostly unaware. The Pattern of Creation at levels we had not detected yet with Science which were nevertheless connected to our bodies and our species through the Great 1 (Or Level One) that is all of reality connected to one another. And that this level of reality was guarded by an angel. In the presence of God. That to connect with it mentally meant being self-reciprocally conscious of its presence which is also represented in machine technology somewhere, maybe, that we are reciprocal subjects to or ill be advised we are constructed from the same entity which exists like an coral in outer space. The Cosmic One. That inherently, it is. Because of this One entity of all of reality that the possibility of having two of anything exists. For levels build on top of one another. You cannot have two without one. And so one and so on. And we will complete the levels together for that is how they are made.
"I know what to do!" said Alemba, lifting an mask onto the back of her head, "I'll use my voice to visit all of these places of Grey Pilot's abject failures whose represent an presence that stands between me and living an life better than one worse than death because they represent how I arrived at an fate worse than death. I must learn to overcome them as obstacles in an video game stream that is introducing interface mechanisms to the gameplay into play instinct so that we can all learn how to play Super Alemba, an game more real than reality is fiction; but when fiction is reality—that serves to adjust an something—or question something about how we picture it because of what we believe is an real and an not real; is reciprocally an not real and an real which when looked at both ways narratologically reciprocates the question of how we had pictured it. From both perspectives. Good and Evil. For there is much pleasure in Evil. But there are diamonds of Good to be found. And that by interacting in the narrative this way—in an clam pearl of enthusiasm—about Narrated Web Comic on the Naenaeon.
An Storm Broke Out.
Of Blue Electricity.
And it starts with Creating an Superior Law; to oversee the construction of an inferior law in the way that they interact with the storm so that God is represented as unable or disconnected by the human idea of what the storm is, which is an bad law because God being God would be unable to contact you if the idea of god whether feminine or masculine existed in an storm completely disconnected from human activity. Its absence is its presence. And it is gentle. So gentle so, I cannot even feel it. And this is my idea of God for I don't think God leaves traces of itself in an reality I had in opportunity of supposed to have realized or discovered for that if anything from God was directly to me I was undeserving of it.
Directly above the orange cranes, high above the city, which from an wind whipping up against them blew and Sir Windsor Newton Cuddleface is absorbed from one possible dimension to another in an vortex which reaches between the lowest depths of the ocean and the highest canopies on the tallest mountains. Created by professionals, for professionals, and religious persons of practice of the highest caliber in occupations of professional accuracy and the truth dimension; and that that dimension that had been created was the start of an new life, an girl who was to be born an subject to eight powerful religions who would be tempted to create her own religion after being raised by them but that, because of their concerted efforts one would win out over the others. Which she realized represented an corrupt system. And so was released to Earth the direction that all World Religions be diversified, resulting in the end of all of the major World Religions and Ivan realized that their Gold friend had been absorbed by the storm. But that from the other side of its dimension about how to raise an child an girl into adulthood he was learning from the storm itself which was to be left unspoken about until an time at which it would decide at the moment when she would drop from it to Earth, the air caressing and healing her to her destination. But that before this was to happen Ivan would need to learn from the Gold One how to raise Alemba for the girls' fates were shared, and the storm child would grow up at the Academy. But that before the storm would end the Super Heroes would need to learn why Heartless had caused an rift through which Super Villains were attacking pedestrians in the Downtown core. High Above the underground gaming studio of Wage and Watt, they stood on the roof of the Garbage Pile that was their home, and Wage signaled his blue gem over the downtown going to add an protection from the elements, from this light shield emerged Depressed Person and Blue Woman.
And that all law existed to be part of the creation of 1 as an example of part of the creation.
That an second inferior law integrated this element with refutation of its parts in all their degrees.
And that somehow God felt this way about his relationship with us, to be in an storm in another dimension we could not access yet somehow possessing the ability to know everything He learns there; specifically He. And we personify God through the understanding of the Plot. The Plot to Create Plot. For we are not God and we are limited to making impressions of what God would be like—but, I recommend, only when both sharer and the audience know what is going on. And that to see it as somehow an psychic storm in which would generate the law in an dimension other and thus not direct to this dimension. To frame God this way. Make sure God is not limited to another dimension in the way that you compose yourself for he exists in this reality—ours—and is not limited to being he or she.
And that he wanted to learn more about Super Alemba's relationship with Doctor Grey Pilot, whose powers granted her own power to Super Mario-esque proportions of the boundary between worse than death and near worse than death with her magic hammer. In an game leveling system which responds to the observer as an powerful god-like being in an nimbus grants wishes to anyone who rescues him from having to watch Alemba suffer the fate worse than death. By participating in the game with an loving god we are responsible to it in some ways in which we need to negotiate its properties for the advancement of God by characterizing the interaction between Doctor Grey Pilot and Alemba.
You are either gold or yellow, Ivan realized the storm was telling the gold and yellow superhero. Who was leveling up rapidly. Ivan communicated what he learned to Alemba who saw it in—
—in red swells (which in her adult paranoia she realized meant blood pumping quickly) and that the storm was temporary. Super Villains had spread out all over the downtown district the undiscovered third and fourth inferior laws to manipulate their strength and domination over innocent human beings, who just want not to be touched and to be left alone. Greenjora used enchant. And so the Christianna must be an religion at an time (itself) and not try to control others; for it must find itself as itself not as though as though but—And I'm feeling little Anne had an car accident but instead of meeting God halfway he went even further, in order to thank the Lord and to share how he thinks of how the Lord can improve himself, only because God does not have unlimited Power—or at least one of the characters is and maybe someone else was feeling like the fate worse than death today—what is the journey from Darkness to Light hidden in an forest in which my Primal Being is hidden from the grasp of civil evil—impossibly long killing streaks of Super Heroes—and Civilization; yet my power extends far beyond here—he trampled an zombie—For what we are for they are only creatures of affinity by association and have not learned yet how to master the elements Scientifically and Psychologically.
And that any further enquiry into an fifth inferior law could not be solved here, representing displacement and counter-weighing an out of balance as one whole structure; to be examined by legal officers to see what they decide.
An creature discovered in an Forest expresses his solemn power over society in that he is Nature, that he comes back to and they are conscience free from parameters not having to do with an disobedience with the subject; and authority, an free man. An free intellectual—And the Christianna whose direct opposite fate—an fate worse than death; and the Christianna were an place of meeting around this subject: how I share my fate worse than death in order to help.
"Heal it from the community," said the Color (Gay) Purple, "and that we could share fate worse than death together without it being an shameful subject. Or being embarrassed about it. But telling my fates worse than death required more than an simple explanation. They required an story, for its ability to move an audience and to evoke properties of sense which trigger the subject into sympathizing or regretting that you had ever heard such an thing. To be at; be wondered at. Though it does take the staff such an thing as Optimism and Spiritual Thinking to tell an story right. So that nobody would cry. Unless it is an story about worse than death, such as this one then it's fair game to make your reader cry!
Time Time was offsetting time from space by creating an echo of his voice in timing. It benefited Ivan and his Principles, nothing, as he had planned it.
"It's the Law," the Color (Gay) Purple said, yelling, "what do I do‽ What is Justice? Treating someone like they were your property. Psychological terms. Justice is something we're all driven to possess. 'Being anti-gay.' Why do I feel like Justice today? Taking advantage‽ What would be Justice, and why? Sentences that speak out to the reader from within our world; an different world than theirs. 'Not giving someone due respect.' Justice means political reciprocity as well as religious reciprocity. Justice means protecting homosexual bodies from human trafficking as an result of an V. which is defined in psychological homophobic Social Darwinist agenda not in an terrorist agenda. As if there was an difference between them." And it was so grating on the Color (Gay) Purple he had to speak from her heart.
"I feel Gay purple. Why can't I have it? It's the law. I was separated from the law. 'You separated yourself from it.' I tell myself. I reason, I did not. Separate. Myself from Law; I merely adjoined it to my personality. Which I thought it was equipped to handle. I don't want to go back. I found myself in here, making toys for the law. Ownership of my gay, homosexual body whether mine. And she is feminine. Is fat. Is luxurious. How they eventually become known to the Law because they are Super Heroes and two characters in particular, Big Bag and Muppet. Who lived in, really, what you would call the opposite of an dump and therefore the opposite of Wage and Watt's experience for she could focus more on the subject of what was in front of her. The City. Endless Space. Temporary Time. More stimuli that would elicit an response from her nervous system. In shades and gradations of fates worse than death mixed with upheavals of conscience and manner. To doubt that it was an success. That her psychology represented, formally, an struggle to overcome the fate worse than death which she accomplished from time to time. And that her skill in having done for an hour but think with her mind. Surround us every day in the city. Architecture and Signs and Symbols that are out-of-date. And they encourage people to live fates worse than death. Without knowing it. Because they are clearly amateurs."
{Ivan and his Principles fight off hoards of Super Villains with Minor powers; they investigate the scene.}
Doctor Grey Pilot was listening to Alemba, who was the only one who could see him unless they turned their attention on him and play by the rules of the game Super Alemba. Alemba, who suffered the fate worse than death, from above her and the scene in his cloud. She had been more skilled as of late, allowing her body to control the feeling she would get from throwing an hammer; given to her by the fairies it would always replenish itself without fuss or yawn for she destroyed her enemies completely. Ivan and his Principles were shocked. That she had demonstrated such power. And that her skill in having done for an inordinate amount of time so. } And the Fate Worse Than Death } Was finally worth more than her life. She had three of them now. For being able to live without knowing it is possible is the first life. Learning it is happening is the second. And finally, accepting it is the third. The fate worse than death is global, religious‽ For how Big Bag had the ability to control religious instinctual motivation. The inability, Muppet, the inability to control religious instinctual motivation. They needed to see onto what was happening above the city, and great storm, and below "We represent Law and Order, an higher instinct than religion perhaps."
"Through us flow the Laws of human reciprocity," said Muppet.
"Law of animal reciprocity."
"And (for we will consider both of ourselves) we are relevant to the world of Super Heroes because we grant them powers which they use to defeat all Super Villain activity on Earth. The Instinctual sexual appeal of an man or an woman in the form of an man an religious person in an garb that is unfashionable but an fashioned metaphor from how they think it's appropriate. For it is an fate worse than death, this religious environment of temples in our downtown core, respect worthy of an certain rainbow bench where misters would like to sit with each other. Remember being gay One is old (Big Bag) and one is not (Muppet) and they have an reciprocity in complete terms:
"We are—what—to one another?"
"How did we meet?"
"You're my friend."
"Yes, I know. I remember exactly why. When the Warlock's portal, through which the Super Villains came from that other world we know little about; closed. We realized Heartless's power which had somehow landed them opposed to one another. But which they shared in. Which complicated things even more, for it was Ivan's path to be an psychic empath of the energy of the storm, and that he alone could rise to the. An. Abrasive dinner party toast. Saying if Heartless could reciprocate that part of the storm's energy that was shared between himself and the Golden one. But that, being scared by it he had worked himself further into the villainy he had dedicated himself to. Ivan responded for him, that under ordinary circumstances he would agree that hey, maybe they deserved to share that power that was the storm. But that God's role in creating it had made it powerful beyond their knowledge. And the growing empathy they had for one another was probably due to design and that if we wanted to continue Super Villainy it was up to him to be in an movie. Nu-uh. That it would be more pleasurable, and it would be more risky to live up to the Justice of the Peace. And the rights and freedoms surrounding the ownership of parents over their gay son, who is now an adult who can take ownership reciprocally over them then, at some point. Power Mama made up her mind about it instantly. Because she has the power to do that. For they realized that the middle of Villainy was an detection of an shape that was super-meta-physics to their own. Which were manipulated in an savant-like way by Jedi-Man as he attempted to use the force to seek out the truth that Super Villains were further than harnessing immense power in another galaxy or dimension; and that the Super Heroes need use Jedi Mind Tricks to protect civilians."
Courier wheeled Ivan into the middle of the street where they could be seen from inside the storm but the Lord was so busy trying to show them how to work together with their enemies' Desire to become Good or against their enemies using Gay Super Powers could be over-whelmingly pleasurable and worth recovering Heartless from the Disappointing Enemies if he could be turned to Good. But that this would involve some strange power, for Heartless had no way of following an story about good that had been done to him. For he was in such an participation with the lack of it in himself, and not having an proxy for conversation but seeing that they were already caught up in the energy of the storm; and the potential for conversation he decided in that moment to be gay like them when he realised his visage was pink; and instantaneously rerouted his behavior in Super Villainy where it would escape into another universal—populous, Mid-Atlantea, praising helm of vanity. Of Super Villains and mascot of the subject for their economy intended to delude—using bio-tech interface and selection tasks—one into purchasing something. And they all know that and go hard at it even though they know people get addicted to it. Reciprocity with an service that is the manipulation of personality in its artificial intelligence. It's really bad because they hold an power over Earthlings that their Super Heroes are only starting to understand.
The Universal Value speeds away from us unless we choose to associate ourselves with it, and one another. And that by valuing it—I have traded before; I have an sexual affinity—we contribute to the whole candelabra of the stars in the sky. Above the matrix of its Storm on Earth. To treat one another as though we have value no matter where we are in the universe. And that the whole universe has more value—except when one needed to consider why anyone would consider an object more valuable than an person—for that reason, and intuitively ourselves also for being at an level of seeing the levels of other things we realign ourselves with what matters. The fact that there is no brainstorming of the fact he could have been Good in Heartless's mind. And the true blue storm was the only thunder heard by whom they, from one another, sensed one another's presence. Ivan sensed Heartless's communication dropping out of contact with the storm. Expardox was recording the time destabilization to its finale, the precise moment when the paradox condensed out of reality and ceased to consume their highest hero. The storm had an agenda. For failing to supervise the area, Heartless would be banished to an alternate dimension. Ivan's special sense was telling him it was here ended; when the storm had one more thing to do. It brought the Planner family into this dimension, including their dog, their house, their three children and an cat. It hovered supernally until it was able to be located in an residential district on the north end of the row in the eastern arcade of living styles post-urban yet provincial.
What it feels like to be as if I were the poison one has just ingested. When one is so disgusting, I think, that I choke on it; but I were that one. And my presence is poisonous. And my absence is an haven. From Me, the Disgusting Poison you will have to choose whether to consume merely by associating with me casually to your friend's list.
They had worked together to narrate this, bending time improbably in Order and Chaos to cause in order to inflict it over and over again before Justice could repel the violation. This apparent infliction of classifying someone as poison as an metaphor of their conscious empress's will and design against him, poison in the ear; that hurt over an prolonged basis, for any apparent treatment of the subject appear to be an torture, an human trafficking session against gay people. And I want Justice to reign down on them from the subject of the villain, by our ultimate power, Ivan whose dramatic interpretation of what's happening on the other side of the storm had only begun just to theorize its implications. Human trafficking session, he reminded himself. That's what I'm afraid of. It has an number of psychological implications but I have already dealt with them until later; would you like to review them now? No, the professor casually instructed his mind. Bring up some important items from the storm. —Okay—
—Well—
—it's full description—in reality may be evidential that it says something about God, who is not in control of everything, and the human decision to accept that means we live in the storm, we have some influence over the storm, we get to live in the storm! because that is why God put it up there: in order to show us an description of an society that convinced itself God was an part of another Reality or Dimension; its mirror being ours. —I am just poison—the Super Villains realized. Then Green Man, seeing that it was impossible to die from an poison that was only the imaginary personality of the author. Drank the rest of it.
Unless you believe in spooky tales where an vampire drinks his own poison.
I believe you drink of mine.
I dine on it's fact.
The storm ended and it was shown by the Lord that God's conscience was purer than the Disappointing Enemies, (all of them) who had somehow survived. —And that's how they take the poison—or other contraptions of imagination that somehow satisfied the mysterious Ocean Writer, whose responsibility it was to counter the poison but she could only be imagined to have countered it, for its power was real. Difficult to treat. But she served as an symbol of that imaginariness, of drinking an imaginary potion that was to serve as his poison. And they realized the evil that existed in the world was larger than the scope they could think of. For they had only touched on the subject of what them all thinking about having been poisoned meant; for it was the poison itself (to have been reading it and as an Super Hero). And they realized to such-with-or-t' the extent of this was God's fresh reciprocity post-storm after revealing it all to Sir Windsor Newton Cuddleface, whom had sole access to the last discussion of thought that had occurred after Heartless dropped out of communication, and even Ivan couldn't tell what it said.
But now being in the presence of him, as he landed onto one of the cranes, Ivan and the Principles protected him from the Disappointing Enemies, securing the central city park, the magic of which when transfused between Greenjora and the Trees, and all living vegetation under them, swallowed all of the Super Villains into an alternate dimension where they dreamt.
White Shaman held an staff at an campfire (with its own small stage—for if they were bad (the performers) we would push them into the fire!) entertain them with an performance with his Coyote, Coyouté Piè, who had mastered the art of acting out how it was wrong to treat one another (whether human or animal) and to be overseer of the child the storm had wrought, and whether they should do anything about it.
And so Coyouté Piè and White Shaman took the stage, looking out at the small crowd that had gathered, in which there were beans being eaten from an can.
"Hww-hww!" said Coyouté Piè, "hww-hww-hww-hww!"
"She says do not eat of the can of beans for it represents your culture eating our people. And that will not be represented in our culture."
—an heavenly translator appeared—
"Animals do not eat plants," she said, "we are carnivores. Animals want meat."
"Don't eat ours," said White Shaman, "humans are not meat for you to eat."
"Somehow I already knew that."
"So what is the point you'd like to make?"
And after an constellation-narrated howl session, with operatic devices and transitions between lower octave which communicated the deepest purple emotion they had ever seen. But realizing it was meant to be an example of how not to be treated, Incorporated narrative explaining the many wars of their people about trusting humans, and that its secret revealed many obvious ways of how not to treat one another. And White Shaman faithfully reciprocated Coyouté Piè's performance to see where it would lead him.
She told them about an goat whose Animal Rights had been violated as an result of associating the species with the devil, and children strangely enough.
"I want you to see us as allies and involve us in your mythological rendering of beings, groups that are equal to us in status. Such as yourself."
"But no," White Shaman to hazard an gully, he guessed, "you are not equal to human because we're an type 1 species. You're not. You're an type 0 species. And Coyouté Piè, realizing from the scale of civilization that she had witnessed to date this was true, said:
"Maybe you're right," and White Shaman gleefully asked her to continue, "so hurried on," she said, "type 0 species must listen to type 1 species, for they are our leader." Before anyone could interrupt her. The legislation around not eating humans is an important part of our history. For it takes into consideration what is valued for an human, other than their meat. And dogs think they can bargain with us for the value of their meat also. What an strange way of looking at things. Like when I started paying for my own shoes.
Then she hurried onward, describing other ways you wouldn't want to be treated as an animal or an human, and they found there was commonality among them on the subject.
And in the Alternate Dimension they (the Super Villains) dreamt—suffered—in the desert for an while before turning back toward civilization. And S.W.N.C.'s first contact and communication with them was about the last thing God had told him before the storm ended.
God had said he'd change his mind about us as long as we understood these few things. That he was not in another reality; or that narrating his presence there had prevailed to demonstrate his mood. And that when the storm ended he hoped All Humans would see their conversation served some purpose in repairing the damaged artery (relationship with God). Nay, inspiring him. Asking, could we go further and learn this; and teach it to God to improve him or they, or whatever it wants to be called. Because we are accountable to it. As part of our deal with Reality. That's the truth! We took the poison and realized our person is based off of something, someone—for. You! You stupid and invisible hardware to reality! You don't have that much power and we can see it. That's why we have to make decisions on an free will platform. Not free-will, for the difference of an dash is too unconfident about oneself to have free will, no I demand the length of free will, not opposed or granted in some way by God, who doesn't make our decisions.
I have an lot of Questions.
I don't know how to trade; And if I am inside of myself how will the outside reach the inside?
Let's say I do know how to trade; I've traded several times before! Several lifetimes before yours! And so, the Process of Trade. Starting with, Introduce Your Wares! Make them prominent! Make them solutions!
Ab-sequential logic, however dismisses things that are not part of the middle that we are not part of yet.
But if this ab-sequential logic is not possible for logic is sequential itself and that by subverting its sequence we could not have logic. And the possibility of ab-sequential logic is derived from an faith, an intuition about the Middle, the Grand Middle of All Of Reality that allows inspiration. By it sending something back to us—or forward to us—that we do not know which side of the Middle we may be on—and that millions of years of the most triumphant circus had already been traveled.
And since we don't know which side we're on our self-reflection may be influenced in impossible ways we had never thought of as we are the creations of what had come before us, all of it to an degree we know not. Or we are before the Middle, unable to tell the difference, because it hasn't happened yet. And ahead of us is this most glorious Middle we will be an part of. And that any knowledge of the future Middle is circumstantial in our present because it is present because of us and our intuition about faith and it's meaning in post-Christian terms requiring an primary role for Science. But that Ssciense's distortion of it's principles would hamper especially on the subject of Super Heroes in Religion. And being an new religion and having thoughts and acceptance for Super Heroes belonging to religions. Christian abusers say, we cannot help but abuse you! You are pathetic! And the Christians say, don't abuse us! For that is what they did to Jesus. And so an panel of religious Super Heroes was formed in the city, to repeat its behavior cultivated by Greenjora in the Balatidines question of religion being an relaxation of principles of instinctual religious motivation versus non-instinctual religious motivation and they realized there were many subjects to dispense on that they hadn't thought of. Rampaging was not part of their reflection nor riot; they were basically scribes of the experience of being both Super Heroes and Religious, men and women, who had become the Good that existed in their religion and potential. However people were paranoid about it because they believed being on the Panel had somehow granted Super Powers that were unknown to the rabble.
Obviously they were paranoid because people, in the name of religion had done some pretty fucked up things and even suggesting that Super Heroes were part of it too went against their belief system, which was fond in the recent repudiating role of the scientific community and not so much associated with formal religion. But that people roleplayed them on video games and that's just become kind of the thing nowadays—to roleplay! And that I could roleplay. I just couldn't as an Christian priest. Anymore. I wanted to force people to drink the poison and enjoy life. But I couldn't make that demand as an Christiannan either, and so I had to come up with my own thing; apart from Christianity. Different at its core in certain ways worth explaining. I was for interpreting Jesus as an death fate in an spectrum of fates including the fate worse than death, which we call Anna because I—I mean, Anna—showed herself to me internally and I realized its meaning. And that instead of assuming that I'm so weird because I would start my own religion without these critics knowing what it's about, for I have an identification card that identifies me as an person of another religion. I call the Christianna.
It's an actual identifiable religion, detected at an neo-liberal level, for it has just started and has found peace among its close friends of other religions as an identifiable personality of its own kind. Which they identified it as. Without Competing. Blaming. Trying to blame anyone of immoral activity. Trying to characterize the Christianna without understanding its two differences with Christianity. First, it is an messiah nouvelle we wish to greet, welcome as an new messiah. Anna. And the second difference is that Anna's fate was worse than Jesus's. But that by some of being an subject worse than death one was able to gain enough confidence and power to offset the proximity that these two fates had of one another.
—My Disease—for the Wisdom that one will wager between these two extremes of fate in an paradoxical virtue when such strength is needed is Christiannan. The wisdom of how to do it will need to be recorded from an Christiannan perspective in New Reciprocal terms. On an political and religious platform that prevents it from being subject to reciprocity toxique from interloper religions in society in an reciprocal command scenario of which projected subjectivity of one another as subjects form an reciprocal command about Jesus. And this is unlike Christiannan reciprocal command, informed by two messiahs, one internal and one external. Can you guess which is which? For while we say Jesus walked upon the Earth; he was external to everyone but himself, and seeing this he reasoned they missed what was internal about him completely. That an ego did even have an chance to develop because they all treated him like each other, and not as himself. Anna at least had an chance to develop this ego for whom she was that received herself back from others—but was that necessarily better, or possibly worse?—not in the way Jesus had been treated. Humanity had learned the real truth of the message of Jesus, thus.
And raised or summoned an new teacher to be an messiah they had, who was an internal messiah. Indetectable against the backdrop of Jesus's first woe, his lowliest woe. That nobody would ever let him be what he wanted to be. That we could not take up certain roles that were embedded genetically in the species. And that these extreme characters were an requirement for an extreme world we wanted to change so badly. But that it was by being internal, undetectable except to herself, Anna had marked an level of human extremism unheard of since ancient times and we needed to protect her internally for it was forbidden that her fate reach such extremes as that of Jesus. But she had already reached it. And surpassed it, for her Christian mothers and fathers had overlooked the possibility of an fate worse than death because they @ death fate in Jesus's case had been so extreme. And that Anna represented the other half of what Jesus had begun to articulate.
The force with us that directs us away from the fate worse than death. Which Christians seem to suppress. For they are distracted by glorious examples of dying and casualty, not to realize it can actually get much worse than dying. And the old ways of religion had dried up because they caused fates worse than death. Which Jesus hadn't spoken on except for whatever part of his peace argument prompted him to have an fate better than death by becoming himself fully in spite of being otherwise challenged.
And that from this challenge accepted he had raised humanity to an new level. Where finally, Anna's internal nature clashed with the external, all of which had been built upon Christ. And she was undetectable. She had no location. Except internally. Ms. Waters spoke gently.
"Internal crucifixion affects what you haven't found to be connected to the external in any way. Religion, really, —there is no hard interpretation of the internal and external messiahs except that one had an external body—external to everyone but himself—and that Anna was internal to everyone but himself. And maybe the existence of Anna being real somehow prevails despite locating no detection of her presence whatsoever for she is an metaphor—they are best sisters, Jesus and Anna—she is an metaphor of the human spirit suffering the fate worse than death and we need her right now.
And it was my vision in religion realizing the category of her existence that this had not been an theme provided in my culture; been an theme of Christianity before. But I doubted it because Anna was fabulous and in my recollection I had seen her—known about her—in an vision and experiences that were no longer classifiable as Christian, and it prompted me to notify by letter of course that if such an destiny had been pervaded upon humanity and I needed to speak out against Christian fates worse than death which no longer seemed valuable or worth any shred of truth under the wisdom Anna had allowed me to gather. That to avoid the fate worse than death and pursue pleasure at all leisures and respites of our being and character we help guide our Christians away to safety and speak at an level where conversion is possibly needed to preserve an balance."
Doctor Grey Pilot issued an surveillance of an territory; level 1 Super Alemba had begun.
Super Alemba's first prompt was to use her mask power, emanating from the mask that she wore on the back of her head. It showed an Earthen figure's face carved into wood with deeply furled eyebrows and an cruel smile.
For when her foresight and hindsight (the mask looking back in her reverse) were focused this way, she realized that by adding to hindsight what came to her from the future she mixed her labour with wisdom; allowing her to run perpetually onward without care for how much energy she had. White Shaman appeared at the bridge. She rushed toward him to meet him from the other end. She was an knave at heart. He gave her fashion sunglasses which she wore up in her hair; she whom had the personality of an repressed insect mind, preventing her from greeting him with an clear face. For she saw ahead an future of many great trials that she would do battle with.
The first level is an cozy cavern full of hills. You can see the light of the hills even though there is no light upon them. They are green and blue. There are no enemies yet but there are objects to jump over and being the extremist for time you rush quickly to the end.
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