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Cake day: July 7th, 2026

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  • I wasn’t allowed to do this. It was sacrilegious in my house because my mom and dad had secular rules which predicated over all else. I had to jump through hoop for narcissists, and then one died, and the other hurt me terribly. I forgive him, but I am hurt now by how he has seemingly thrown me away. I’m suicidal most days, but I was banned from c/mental_health or whatever because I’m too damaged to be of value to those mods. I am a n*gger apparently, according to those mods. That which I am is never good enough, so the mods ARE my parents, and so by the rules, I offer my mouth for them to piss in. Inferior I am.

    Not good enough. Always not good enough to be accepted as I am. By the content of my being I am subhuman to some people. Now go ahead and bane me because I know it’s a mafia here on lemmy world as Ghislene Maxwell was mafia lord on Reddit. Do it. Do it.


  • I got top goals, bro

    Bucket list:

    Take over Mormon Church

    Take over the United States

    Form “legal” harem

    Teach philosophy, spirituality, and mental health skills to help people heal n self-actualize

    Learn to juggle

    So y’know, I’ve done one of these already, am in the process of doing another two, and WILL do another, because of what I’ve already done. List is in no order.





  • Normally, I just open my apartment door and masturbate in quiet, but noticeable passing while the delivery driver brings the package to my door. 9/10 times, when it’s a woman of any sex, they participate, but it’s 3/10 men that participate, and 1/10 of women call the cops, 3/10 of men, and 3/10 of men try to whoop your ass. That is honest gonzo reporting, right there.


  • Oh, is this what’s going to happen to me in my support of the Mormon Church by forming the cult of Mormon Occultism? Whatever. I expected this twelve years ago when the CIA contacted me, covertly, on an acid trip. Hard to explain, but I have, thoroughly, in my book. But the goal of my mission now is truthtelling, and somehow I knew there would be a lengthy legal battle with “a church” in my future during my fateful acid trip where aliens revealed themselves to me. Hard to explain, but I portray it poorly deliberately because that helps the dazzle camouflage. We know what we’re doing. But, I had an experience with the Mormon Church. God, who is that organization of three letters that’s always watching, told me to keep on keeping on. Staying silent while screaming. Has anyone ever tested you were a pedophile? It’s weird what the Mormon Church prophets from. I’m a master baiter. I’m a fisher of men, I said. I’m a cop, I said in my last post, but the silent don’t even read this far.



  • There is a person who just replied on my subreddit r/cultofcrazycrackheads. I cannot post on Reddit anymore. I can fuck around and make a new email to make a new account, but it’s not worth it to maybe get turbonuked instantly, which only happens sometimes now? Like, they let me reply to a 16-yo on my subreddit. I think they let me do that for propaganda purposes, because I couldn’t make a new account to reply to someone who said they used to post there. But, likewise, I just don’t want to put the effort into jumping through hoops for no reason to find out they won’t let me post anyways. So, to the person replying to my “Victorious is on Lemmy World now” post, this is what I have to say:

    This is my educational (f)art project in it’s largest coherent section of itself. I’ve played this autobiographical character for twelve years. It’s an exaggerated caricature of my past self. It’s concerning, yes? It’s meant to be appealing to those who are concerning. It’s skillfully marketed propaganda. Also, counterintelligence. It’s both! Also, also, I’m just trying to find friends while I teach past versions of myself to be better people. Anyone who understands me understands that life is hard for the weird n strange. We don’t fit in, so we have to master being different just to survive, while y’all can be basic and average af and still outperform us in basic acquisitions of necessities for the human experience. Thus, I speak not only to incels, but to all forms of the broken spectrum of character as I once was.

    Someone send this to the person who asked questions. If you don’t, you care less than me, and I care enough to get by, and then some!






  • If you have good Karma, you don’t even need to work. That’s how Jesus fed those people with the fish and loaves. He kept giving them away and the equivalent would keep returning to him with interest. You can’t just throw shit away though. This type of magick is dependent on intention-setting, as it is our intention we have direct control of, which then determines how we entangle ourselves with Karma.

    If you don’t understand that, in the fourth jhana of meditation, you can observe for yourself how your inner AND outer world are procedurally generated based on how you entangle yourself with this singular stream of symbols, and how you set your intention determines the way you are entangled with each symbol, which is what determines the parameters for your reality to spawn.

    The world is an illusion. Both the Buddha and Jesus said this in their own words. What Jesus called his Father the Buddhists call the Ālaya-vijñāna, or storehouse consciousness. I use the term Server, and each of us individuals are a Client, and all other monadic entities growing/budding off the Server are what make up the Holy Internet, and this is what a Roman Dodecahedron is meant to teach as it is a pedagogical object to illustrate Indra’s Net as a diagram in a textbook would.



  • That was unintentional, but the cool thing about art is there are multiple ways to interpret everything, and any way is neither right or wrong. I mostly do stream of consciousness and pictograph style art (along with juggling and performing) and in creating something simple, you can sometimes come up with something depthful you didn’t intend but you still see how your brain was thinking that way.