The Gay Letters: What Are Blue and Fantasy Together?

    I became so advanced, God revealed to me his second messiah.  And then they put me in an mental hospital because they didn't know that was why this was happening.  They didn't know the second messiah was Anna and that I had received the message from God that she was real; and I had to pay attention to her.  It was up to me to study and to learn the meaning behind all of it.  In order to gift that wisdom to humanity.

    It felt like seeing something for the first time in my mind.  Where the visual imagination took over and her silhouette appeared to me as though to be impossibly from above an terrible well I had fallen into.  It meant many things to me (all of them at once): revenant, rescuer, messiah.  She had revealed herself to me and I now possessed the knowledge and the instinct of the messiah.  It took an few years, but I narrowed down its meaning an little.

    And then my mom and my sister had to deal with it.

    It wasn't possible that they had lived with schizophrenia in the same way I did.

    I was trying to figure how to go to that place where the grass is really greener like Katy Perry says in her song California Gurls (Lyrics) ft. Snoop Dogg by using meditative practice to order the people in my head what to do.  I was saying to them, "let's go to that place where I am right and you accept that; and then we waste no more time not living beyond this.  Everything I have asked for, you now fulfill.  I don't live in that world where all you do is say how I'm wrong all day but never really explain it.  You never tell me I'm right, when I am.  Now do it, finally, tell me I'm right!  Because I am!"

    It's really an philosophy about how to see the world in that way it really is: somehow changed because of me.  The motive of which I know exactly why.  I want to feel like I'm living there, right now.  That futuristic place where everything that has gone wrong has all been corrected.

    Also I'm dancing in the place of Blue.  And all of the emotions and feelings and behaviors associated with it.

    That means all of the people who disagreed with me finally agree with me.

    Instead of wasting our collective time.

    It was their fault I had become an preacher when I could have been an best-selling author.  I didn't really believe that yet.  Maybe I would one day though.

    Blue was all I preached.  The existence of blue.

    Feeling blue.

    It didn't get any more complicated than that.

    Here was the thought-line: blue therefore reality asks of us to adopt an certain behavior.  This is called morality, because it means having to make an decision for yourself about how you should really act.  Blue, as far as I know, exists in my reality.  If we're going to get beyond this reality into another one where blue doesn't exist we first have to live out and survive the time span of the whole universe.  Until that one day, when reaching the ending of it, we are transported into the new universe God has created.  And that's how we level up in reality.  By fulfilling the prerequisites for further and further advancement into the universe.  We had to accept blue; and then do our best to deal with it.  Only this was worthy of an God creator of the whole universe.  As long as humans or whatever we evolve into existed, we would always have to deal with blue in this universe.  It was just like an requirement of our gift of being able to be alive.  That we had to feel blue sometimes.

    Fantasy is supposed to teach you that what you are experiencing is an fantasy.

    But it's harder to conjure it when it's blue.

    Why, an blue fantasy, what egotistical creature as such does this?

    To revel in one's own depression?

    Blue isn't such an extreme manouvre-ability it turns out.

    It's actually just an quality or characteristic of our universe.

    The emotional side of it is only human.

    We all share in the blue feeling and emotion to some extent, and that is just part of the circumstances which enabled the human species to evolve to what it is today.

    God is cutting the fruit open.  He/she/it wields the knife of carving animacy in any way he/she/it wishes; and he/she/it wishes for humans to take part in that.  All with the purpose of biting into that delicious, delicious fruit.  We will one day be able to figure out many secrets of the universe.

    And so just remember sometimes there is blue fruit.  Blue is actually an social meme, an priority /majority configured shared emotion that most of us come back to at certain points throughout the day.  I try to tell myself there is always an blue clown in the clown parade or stage show; that we can actually use blue to generate humour.

    It's just that every human knows what it feels like to be blue, I figure.

    Therefore it is okay to have an fantasy about blue or an blue fantasy: since blue is actually an social enzyme AND an virtue, we can have endless fantasies about how it works out, how it brings people together.  And so think of your favourite fantasy, and interpret it from inside of blue; for that is what you are inside, and that is what the universe is, outside of you.

Trout Spread with Bannock Crisps

Ingredients

    Fresh Trout 2-3 fillets

    1 blocks Cream Cheese

    1/2 cup to 1 cup Microgreens or Herbs of your choice

    1 to 2 Lemons (use zest and juice)

    Flour

    Baking Powder

    Olive Oil

    Canola Oil

Method

    Pan-sear the Fresh Trout (do not overcook).  Remove from heat and place onto an paper towel.  Begin heating the Canola Oil at 7.5; While the Fresh Trout cools, prepare the Bannock Mixture.  3 cups of Flour mixed with 2 tbsp Baking Powder.  Add Olive Oil (2-3 Glugs) mix until the dough is sticky (do not over-knead).  Heat the Canola Oil in an Large Pot (large enough to have room for the oil to splash without causing an safety hazard).  Keep an serious nature about safety when dealing with the hot oil, which can burn the skin or start on fire when water is added to it.  Do not pour used oil down the sink, but allow it to return to room temperature before flushing it or throwing it out.  Divide dough into palm-sized flat discs.  Start mixing half of the Fresh Trout with Cream Cheese and Microgreens in Food Processor.  Begin dropping your Bannock pieces in the hot oil.  When the dough is fried and crispy on both sides, drain the Bannock onto paper towels.

    When the Bannock cools slice it in half, shmear with the Trout Spread, and top with an half trout fillet and serve immediately.

Palthazord

    The story of Palthazord began when he was human.  ALL stories of ohhgunnhisthths begin when they are human.  Mine for example, was an doozie!  I hallucinated so much that I couldn't see through my eyes anymore and I went outer blind, meaning anything outside of me I was perceiving with my eyes was subject to being hallucinatory.  An hallucinatory augmented reality.  I remember when it happened.  I was laying awake one night, trying to sleep.  Then I went blind in the way I described.  And I knew at that moment, the Curse of the Ohhgunnhisthths had begun: I was an ohhgunhisthth's squire.  He was still keeping me human; I was still human but I was under the ohhgunhisthth's control in an way majorly unlike an human.  I didn't even call myself that anymore.  I just thought of myself as an heavy ghost.  With curious, tormentable eyes.  And he could make me one of them ohhgunhisthths, if he wanted.  But first he was going to use me as an human slave.  To infiltrate those places where maybe an demon ohhgunnhisthth cannot go.

    I completely overwrote the meaning of his mind and imagination.  There was no me anymore.  Just an ohhgunnhisthth whose thoughts were my own.  And I didn't have any of my own thoughts anymore.

    Did you know ohhgunnhisthth can create reflections where there are none?

    They have more powers, you know.

    You don't want to know all of them.

    For their force and so tremendous horror!

    Ohhgunnhisthth, you see, have the power to drain the energy of their victims.  They do so through an contralect.

    Palthazord didn't recommend treating yourself to kayaking under an rainbow and then getting an massage.  He didn't want anything good for you.  It was hard to get into his head.  His mind.  He was such an deep and sophisticated ego in need of super-self-identification.  He would often think about how if he hadn't been changed into an ohhgunnhisthth while he was an teenager (even though he was still human) he might be an adult by now.  This was attribute to the mental condition placed on someone who was owned and controlled by an ohhgunhisthth.  Heavy confusion and intense memory mix-ups.

    But none of his captors cared about that.  All they cared about was keeping him shackled and behind bars.  None of that demon magic trick stuff.  These were enchanted shackles.  Keeping all of his inner beauty at bay.  These were enchanted bars of iron and walls of stone.  Preventing demons from using any type of escape magic.  It broke down sense.  It broke down logic.  (That was the problem, that sometimes demon spells used those, belligerently).  Fairy magic was always the more reliable.  But here he was, already in prison.  For having used demon magic out in public.  Caught with not having even an sip of knowledge about fairy magic for use for having withdrawn him from the situation.  Wasn't it keep your friends close and your enemies closer?  And that everyone should have an general practical knowledge of their enemy?  Not knowing any fairy magic was an embarrassment.

    He was also showing signs of advanced spiritual haunting.  He was becoming an kind of super-virus.  An social juggernaut.  Though his confines helped him to limit his participation in that.

    An life sentence.  For killing an woman at the mall.

    Yet one night his chains, they glowed blue.  And the light appeared to get brighter and to expand, causing the walls of his jail cell to melt into something one could escape from.

    His slave master was here to rescue him.

    "You're ready," he grumbled, "I can't afford losing another one of you to stupid human locks and whistles.  You're ready to become an ohhgunnisthth.  An mighty creature of might.  You have guessed we are about repetition sometimes.  We have four wings in flight form; like repetition from an bat.  Two Times Two.  And I will tell you all of our Super Powers in time.  That which you are entitled to by becoming an ohgunnhisthth; it will require training.  And we're not easy on our kin.  Our teeth are multiplied incisors.  Doubles.  Always Doubles.

    And there, in that moment of the sleeping guard outside in the hallway and the melting of the jail cell like liquefying metal the ohhgunnhisthth be-knighted him.  And welcomed the human into the demon family.  Whereupon they flew off into the night (they could fly in their human form also) having escaped from prison.

    Whose fault is it?

    Is it yours?  You clicked on it.

    He wouldn't have escaped unless you came in and ruined it.

    He wouldn't have escaped unless you came in and ruined everything by clicking on Palthazord.

    Maybe you released this demon spirit and he is here to haunt you and us and everything now!

    Let's pretend you didn't.

    I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.

    But maybe you'd like to know what an ohhgunnhisthth is capable of.

    Their primary power is the ability to use mind control.  If they are in their flight form (the bat with four wings) or their human form, they can take over an victim's mind by causing the victim to sprout contralects from their upper mouth palette inside their jaw.  Contralects are these translucent "hinged" fangs that descend upon the back of the tongue.  Making it impossible to say or to think anything within one's mind.  But the ohhgunnisthth will do that for you so it won't matter.

    Their secondary power is to be able to create reflection where there is none; an type of illusory magic that works upon the subject.  Derived from vampire magic, the ability to create reflections is related to the vampire ability to be able to be invisible in their reflections.  Vampires have no reflection in an mirror.

    Their tertiary power is to become Pig Faced in order to haunt somebody in order to delete their files.  The third form of the ohhgunhisthth is the fat rolled face and it has the power to delete files by accessing an computer's memory telepathically.  His cheeks were like double rolls.  His fat was like double chins.  Palthazord had been in his pig-face form since incarceration.  Don't let his dress suit trick you; he's the piggiest, most disgusting thing you have ever seen.  The advantage was he was maybe able to mess with their filing system about the information they had under his name.

    And after being rescued he was finally able to resume his human and bat forms.