I gave a New Year's message yesterday. Being basically a techno-illiterate ... well, except for some advanced technology that makes all modern technology pretty much obsolete ... therefore, I have depended more on technology that isn't part of the Neanderthal way humans do things on Earth, than what is actually used ... But anyways ... I messed up the Zoom presentation. My producers will make it right.
Here's a review with a few more comments:
I played a song, Where Is The Love, by the American singing group, Black Eyed Peas. I explained how and when I heard this song for the first time. Here's a brief (cough ... cough) summary of how and why:
My brain was "transfigured" ... or, what I like to describe as, IMMENSELY FUCKED UP ...
So, my brain was immensely fucked up on June 16, 1987, while performing my security duties in the LDS/Mormon Salt Lake City Temple, upper floor, Twelve Apostle room. The same thing that happened to my brain, happened to Joseph Smith, Jr.'s brain on April 6, 1820.
In their own way, according to a story that they prepared for the world, in order to teach some pretty important lessons, the Real Illuminati®, presented this "transfiguration" in this way:
And behold, the heavens were opened, and [Joseph and I] were caught up into heaven, and saw and heard unspeakable things.
And it was forbidden [us] that [we] should utter; neither was it given unto [us] power that [we] could utter the things which [we] saw and heard;
And whether [we] were in the body or out of the body, [we] could not tell; for it did seem unto [us] like a transfiguration of [us, this transfiguration occurring in our mind in what seemed to be an out-of-body experience, or, in other words, the eyes of our understanding were open], that [we] were changed from this body of flesh into an immortal state [in our case, at least, for the time that this transfiguration took place], that [we] could behold the things of God.
And now, whether [we] were mortal or immortal, from the day of [our] transfiguration, [we figured it out because Joseph was murdered, and I am growing old ... Sexier than Jesus, but old.] (Compare BOM, 3 Nephi 28:13–7.)
Yeah, I'm pretty much done pussy footing around with people, especially with those who see themselves as my mortal family (Nemelka family), who see me as crazy. I condemned them in a previous post, as well gave them a strict warning in my New Year message, to stay away from me and do NOT fight or mock me. Because if any of them do, claiming that they know the real, crazy me, the mortal hell that that person will experience, as a result of mocking me, will become unbearable for them. I want nothing more to do with any one in my family who does not support The Humanity Party®'s plan to eliminate worldwide poverty.
This is how I explained about being involved with my family over the years:
Between 1987 and 2019, I felt sorry that I had played around with my family and alienated myself from them. So, I asked my recruiters, the Real Illuminati®, if it was possible to live a normal life again, as a member of this family, loving them and accepting them, regardless of how they lived or believed. I pled my case. I felt that there had to be a few in my family who would listen to our message.
Well, their response was always what it is ... always, "Christopher, you do what you need to do." And the immortal shits knew exactly what they were doing by granting me permission ... Yeah, I call them this, because not one of them would ever want me bowing down to them worshipping them in ANY WAY ... Oh, let me go off topic here ... like I usually do ... because my brain is so fucking energized with the Real Truth™ that, indeed, I do not have the power, and I cannot find the words to fully explain what I know ... Here is how the original authors of the Bible's book of Revelation ... Yep, the Real Illuminati® ... Three Nephites and John the Beloved ... advanced space aliens that can "show themselves unto whatsoever man [or woman] it seemeth them good (See BOM, 3 Nephi 28:30.) ... But anyways ...
My recruiters and mentors always knew that there was only one member of my mortal family, who hadn't yet died, who might open their heart and mind to our message: my uncle, Richard S. Nemelka. Well, he's dead now, because his life in the flesh became useless once he had access to the Real Truth™ through me, and couldn't get his flesh in line with what his True Self wanted him to do.
But anyways ... They knew all along that I would not find even one other Nemelka, or any among their relationships, with the right heart and mind. But they let me try.
I cut my hair, started to associate with my family in a normal way, helped a few of my children with ... Oh, my, so, so much ... But it was proven to me, without a doubt, that not one of them had any respect for me and what I was doing. So, I'm done with all of them. What's ironic about all of this, is that my family has always disrespected my mother, Elizabeth Diane Jorgensen Nemelka Heath ... wanna be Mrs. Tony Saiki (just messing with ya Mom!) ... who finally got it. Until the day she dies, she will always have the love and support of those for whom I work. Because, the reality is, she, alone, has given more to their "great and marvelous work" than any other mortal. She gave them me.
Yeah, I brashly warned my family to go their way and not mock me. Heaven help the ones who do not listen! They will suffer, not from my own hand, because I wouldn't hurt an amoeba on the back of a flea. But one who does mock me will suffer by the hand of that person's True Self, whom I and the Real Illuminati® serve.
But back to what they put in Revelation about people bowing down and worshipping anyone, anything, or any entity ...
They tried to make it perfectly clear that the real Christ wouldn't want anyone worshipping him or putting him above themselves. Check out how they put this important teaching:
And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy. (See Revelation 19:10.)
And I John saw these things, and heard them. And when I had heard and seen, I fell down to worship before the feet of the angel which shewed me these things.
Then saith he unto me, See thou do it not: for I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren the prophets, and of them which keep the sayings of this book: worship God. (Revelation 22:8–9.)
And when one comes to understand who "God" is to my mentors (the actual authors of Revelation), one would understand that it is a person's True Self, one's "higher power".
In my message, I touched upon how each of our True Selves has tried in the past to influence the way that each of our mortal avatars acts and is acted upon during the Earth Experience. ... This gets me back to how and why I first heard the song, Where Is The Love:
I had my transfiguration, changed my entire lifestyle, and was living pretty happy and fulfilled. I lived the most meager of lifestyles, as a migrant worker, when I was first approached by the Real Illuminati® (RI) in the Spring of 1991. I lost my firstborn daughter and son to a very evil LDS/Mormon father, who manipulated and influenced my ex-wife ... I got pissed, told the RI to stuff it, then went my way thinking that I knew how to handle what I knew. I thought that I could affect others without having to help publish more scripture (the sealed part of their gold plates). Yeah, I thought I was just as smart as the RI, because at that point in 1991, I hadn't been around them long enough to realize just how intelligent they really are.
Anyways, I lost all my other children to their offended mothers, who, after I no longer wanted to be in a relationship, knew there was only one way to hurt me: keep me from seeing my kids. So, they hurt me. But I did get back my two oldest children when their adopted father rejected them and their mother reached out to me for help ... Yeah, what an irony. Right?
It was on Thanksgiving Eve (US celebration) 2003, when I had my two eldest children with me and my current wife, Sheri Richardson Johansson Nemelka. We were planning a Thanksgiving Party the next day. Sheri and I were watching a movie in bed, The Life of David Gale. This movie is about a man who sacrificed his own life for the good of all. It hit me hard! It hit me harder than any movie had ever affected me. I got up out of bed, told Sheri that I had to go, and left. I walked quite a few blocks to a park in Salt Lake City, appropriately called Liberty Park, sat under a tree and cried.
I cried because my life, and all the knowledge that I had, seemed so useless. My kids were FUBAR (Fucked Up Beyond Repair), and had no respect for me as their father, those tender bonds having been severed beyond repair after my father helped their mother take them away from me in 1991. My wife at the time (2003), didn't give a rat's ass about poverty and inequality, and hated talking to me about it ... although she remains to this day one of my greatest friends, but not a supporter.
(Don't confuse this Sheri with the Sheri that I would meet in 2004, whom I worshipped ... should have loved, but could only worship, until I ran constantly into her "Lucifer," who I loved, worshipped, fought with, and eventually drove away ... I addressed this Sheri briefly in my New Year's message, and explained how I had held on to her for so many years, but now had to move on, and that she gave me her blessing to find someone else. And there is a "someone else" that I touched upon briefly, explaining that "it is not good for man to be alone." But anyways ... Back to the song ...)
They found me crying in the park. After over twelve long years, they couldn't find another person on this God-forsaken planet to help them with their work. I thought they had given up on me long ago. In fact, I was hoping that they would publish their sealed portion, because I wanted to read it. I loved their unsealed Book of Mormon, and unlike everyone else who reads this book, I knew why they wrote it and for what purpose.
But anyways ...
Little did I know, at the time, that they were following me all those years. Yeah, I took them on a ride, but I had no idea they were following me. I asked them about that, how they followed me when I was moving all over, all the time, was in jail for a year, and had nowhere to lay my head ... Oh, there it is!
"The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the [one like unto the] Son of man hath not where to lay his head." (See Matthew 8:20.) Currently, I have ALL kinds of places to lay my head. I don't know how much the RI has spent on places for me to stay, vehicles to live in, all kinds of places to lay my head, and I keep running. From what? From my role. I am always running away from why I was on this earth in the flesh, "the Son" never quite submitting to the will of "the Father."
Hey, there's a great movie to watch. It is a cool way of viewing my role and the way that the RI are always following me and making sure I do what they need me to do. It is called: The Adjustment Bureau.
Check out the following clip. As you watch it, you'll see me (Matt Damon's character), Sheri, the Worshipped one I married in 2004, (Emily Blount's character), and the Real Illuminati® (the guys in the hat). I saw this movie for the first time when one of the RI took me to see it, for some entertainment. I laughed my ass off of how similar my life was to Damon's character.
As you watch it, keep in mind that the HAT that the RI's character wears is the key. Damon puts on the same HAT and is able to do some things that Sheri's character does not understand. All she understands as a normal woman is that my character hurt her and left her. But no matter how messed up I was because I didn't want to do my role, they always adjusted to my shenanigans. They caught me every time, until I realized that I couldn't run from my own destiny. GREAT MOVIE! Watch the whole thing with this in mind.
But anyways, I explained in my message that there might be a possibility, now that Sheri made the decision that she wanted to lay her head somewhere stable, there was a possibility that another women was written into the script so that I didn't have to run alone. I briefly mentioned the possibility of not having to "run" alone. But with that said, I have asked something of the RI, that will help this other person. I want her to have a "hat" too. I really don't think that I can expect any woman to run with me, UNLESS SHE HAS A HAT TOO.
But enough about that. Back to the song:
A few weeks after they found me crying in the park in November 2003, one of the RI, who wore the "hat," and who had followed me throughout my life, asked me to listen to the song, Where Is The Love. This came up because I questioned the RI about if the world was open to their message. I hadn't had much hope for any mortal listening to the "still small voice" of their True Self.
After I listened to the song, this RI person ... I call him "T" ... told me to find out when the song was first released to the public. A chill went up my back when I found out that the song was released on the exact same day of the year when I had experienced my "transfiguration": June 16th.
We discussed how ALL humans are seeking for further light and knowledge, for some solutions to the world's problems, but that religion was the stumbling block. The song provided some proof that there was some hope that people actually listened to:
The "Spirit of Christ [that] is given to every man, that he may know good from evil; wherefore, I show unto you the way to judge; for every thing which inviteth to do good, and to persuade to believe in Christ, is sent forth by the power and gift of Christ; wherefore ye may know with a perfect knowledge it is of God." (Compare BOM, Moroni 7:16.)
The song's writers had written a song that was good, VERY GOOD. It addressed so many things that were good. Here is the song's lyrics:
What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world's addicted to the drama Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how anger works and operates Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach? Or would you turn the other cheek?
Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love, the love, the love
It just ain't the same, all ways are changed New days are strange, is the world insane? If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With the ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I can ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all(come on yeah)
People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach Or would you turn the other cheek
Father, Father, Father help us Send us some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love, the love, the love
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' the wrong direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images, is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinemas
Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness and equality Instead in spreading love we're spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found (now ask yourself)
Where is the love Where is the love Where is the love Where is the love
Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love
Sing with my ya'll (One world, one world) We only got (One world, one world) That's all we got (One world, one world)
And somethin's wrong wit it (Yeah) Somethin's wrong wit it (Yeah) Somethin's wrong with the w-w-world yeah We only got (One world, one world) That's all we got (One world, one world)
And there it was!
"The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug. If you never know truth then you never know love. ... Father, Father, Father help us! Send some guidance from above."
I didn't understand it all at that time, but I did know that the world does not know the Real Truth™. Not that it couldn't, but because of the pride of each person in the world. Whether its a racial issue, or a religious or philosophical issue, the people of the world have issues ... a lot of issues.
I realized that there was only one source of Real Truth™, and it certainly was in nothing .... NOT A GODDAMN THING ... that anyone in the world knew. It wasn't written in ANY book, found anywhere, in any book collection, anywhere in the world. The Real Truth™ came from "Father, Father, Father."
The Real Illuminati® pointed out to me that day that there was only one True Messenger sent from "Father, Father, Father." And whether I liked it or not, no matter what I had to sacrifice to do it, I was this True Messenger.
A couple of days ago, a video I saw on social media of one of the men who had found the RI's work, and whose life was changed because of it, posted a video that he and his brother made to bring in the new year of 2004. The video was based on the song. And AMAZINGLY, they held up the RI's Book of Mormon, written in their language, as a small part of that which "Father, Father, Father" had sent to the world in answer to the sincere prayer of mortals, "Oh God, hear the words of my mouth. Oh God, hear the words of my mouth. Oh God, hear the words of my mouth" ... Yep, there it is ... "Father, Father, Father! Help us! Send us guidance from above!"
Thank you, Marvin! You're an inspiration! Now you see how you have actually supported this work all along. Just being there and being you, is all we need to know. :-)
Those who have seen the play that the RI wrote with Joseph Smith Jr., should understand that "the Father" has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO with any mortal upon Earth, EXCEPT THROUGH TRUE MESSENGERS WHO ARE IN DIRECT COMMUNICATION WITH THE FATHER. The play is clear that ALL prayers, no matter how sincere, are answered by "Lucifer, the god of this world." The play's characters, Elohim and Jehovah, have no clue what is going on in the "lone and dreary world." The only way these two symbolic entities know what is happening on the earth, is when their chosen True Messengers "return and report."
During my message, I tried to explain it. It's VERY HARD to explain, because of how powerful "Lucifer" is at answering prayers and giving revelation and inspiration to the people on Earth. All humans feel a connection to something that they perceive is outside of their normal life experience. They don't understand it. They are deceived by people telling them that it is God, and that God has chosen them to tell the people what God wants the people to do. This includes more times and not, includes bowing down and worshipping me (says the False Messengers) because God won't talk to you, unless it comes through me. (This is fucked up, because it's EXACTLY what I am telling people ... that God won't talk to you unless it comes through me ... Sigh ...)
We have explained that there is no entity outside of anyone's own Self. We've explained the symbolic way in which the RI have used the term "Lucifer, the devil, Satan" or any other name people associated with evil. The reference is to the natural man, the ego and the pride that sustains the ego.
Their play is absolutely amazing! As ridiculous as it seems, millions of LDS/Mormons have seen this play and don't have a clue what it's about. The RI had me tell the LDS/Mormons in a 2007 publication, Sacred Not Secret—The Official Guide In Understanding the LDS Temple Endowment. It's all right there ... well, most of it. It was written for the blind and deaf Mormons who go to their temples thinking that they are receiving something that will help them get into heaven. (Holy crap! LDS/Mormons are friggin nuts!) I addressed this too, in my message. I explained how all a Mormon man had that made him feel special was his priesthood power. Take that away, and he's got nothing. To hang on to their women, and to get women, these men tout their priesthood power and responsibilities. And the women fall for it.
I used the example of a woman living in England, Tanya DeVany. I mention her here, because she's an awesome woman. Her husband holds a high leadership role in the LDS/Mormon Church. Tanya found the RI's work, read it, and her eyes were opened. I used her for an example to show how the Real Truth™, once known, cannot be denied, no matter what kind of emotional pressure her husband puts on her. I know all about her dear husband. And I sincerely feel for him. He's given Tanya priesthood blessings in a way that he sees as loving his wife. No, he gives these blessing out of fear that he is going to lose her.
Not a few times, he has kneeled in prayer with other high LDS/Mormon priesthood leaders, calling on the "god of this world" to hear their prayers and save his wife from eternal damnation. Well, the "god of this world," always answers his prayers and tells him to be patient and he will not lose Tanya in the Eternal Worlds.
Well, he never had Tanya in the first place. Tanya resides in our real world—the one she will return to when she dies—on the same planet that I do. In fact, our True Selves are so close, that when the time came for Tanya to influence her mortal avatar to choose the right man as her husband, a choice that would serve me and the RI's work, our True Selves got together and chose another incredible advanced human being, one who wasn't that close to us, to be her husband and good friend while going through the "lone and dreary world" ... it's called "lone and dreary" for a good reason.
This choice was made so that one day she would, by herself, with her own strength and fortitude, find the Real Truth™ and show her eternal friend, me, that she is listening to the "still small voice of the Father"; and that no matter how much she loved her husband, children, or herself, she would sacrifice it all for the Real Truth™. (We thank you, dear Tanya. You are truly an inspiration to us and help keep me motivated to stop running from my role.)
Now, I mentioned an unnamed woman in my message, and gave this woman the right, with Sheri's blessing, to have a relationship with me, run with me and wear the "hat." Tanya is beautiful, young, not available, but why couldn't I move to England and be with her? Right? Well, Tanya is NOT this one. Her role on this earth is to do all she can to love her husband and children, and no matter how many priesthood blessings and prayers are given on her behalf, she remains true and faithful to "Father, Father, Father" ... and the only source of Real Truth™ available to the world. Unfortunately, that would be me.
I have been accused of being a womanizer. All these accusations are completely false. My enemies and critics can't find a single woman whom I have "womanized" in any inappropriate way. The woman whom I addressed in my message as one with whom I was open to allowing a relationship with, is not a married woman. And I will not reveal who this woman is, for her own sake, and the sake of her family. My enemies would come at her to destroy her life as they try to destroy mine.
The fact is, I have no interest in being in a companionship unless the person with whom I have a relationship is a friend, a good friend. Yep, her True Self must live in the same real world, on the same planet, as my True Self resides. It very well could have been Tanya. But it could have also been a number of men ... if I was so inclined to express the lusts of the flesh from behind :-), lusts which I find hard to experience nowadays. But anyways ...
I addressed what people living this mortal life perceive when they see the observable universe. I explained that what they are seeing is a perception of reality. I explained that when a person dies a mortal death, the person instantly is conscious of their eternal nature.
No one ever really dies.
There's a transition from being mortal to recognizing oneself as who one really is, and has always been. But the near-death experiences that people have, are just that ... NEAR DEATH, not an actual death. When you die, you become aware that everything that your advanced brain just experienced was nothing more than a short dream, that really doesn't mean much to your advanced self, especially because of how short the dream was. What the hell is 100 mortal years, or less (more often than not less) to billions of years of existence? Nothing.
This is hard for a mortal person to accept because of the way that a mortal person views the only reality of which they are aware. I tried to explain it by using the example of a parent and a child. A parent loves the child and cannot imagine not having some connection with the child forever ... if there is a forever ... and there is ... there always has been a forever, because mortals invented time, and gage their experience on the only time frame that their way-less-than-advanced brain can comprehend. But anyways ...
You're a parent, and you die. You instantly become aware that you're an advanced human being living in a world very similar to the mortal experience, although very perfect in every way imaginable. Think about that. If you can imagine it, how do imagine something that you have not experienced? How does a brain create an image of something that it has never experienced before? It's impossible.
I love how the book Human Reality—Who We Are and Why We Exist talks about our imagination:
21. THE ABILITY TO DREAM, IMAGINE, AND REASON
The difference between the way humans dream, imagine, and reason is the mental state in which they do these things. We dream in an unconscious state, such as sleep, or in a state in which we place our mental thoughts outside the realm of our current reality—such as daydreaming while we are supposed to be working.
The difference between dreaming and using imagination is that imagining is a deliberate mental process, while dreaming is an involuntary mental process that begins in our mind randomly. While both dreams and imagination are often artful, whimsical, and associated with a relaxed thinking process, reasoning, on the other hand, stresses our mental capacity to its limit.
The process of reasoning, or figuring things out, is simply utilizing the process of imagination, or better, dreaming up a way to solve a problem by concentrating a proportionately greater amount of energy on the thought than we would while actually imagining or dreaming. The mental energy used to reason is much more demanding than that which is needed to dream or imagine. This is why some people can’t reason as well as others. It is not that their human essence is any less “human,” but rather that their particular imperfect brain might not be capable of producing the “mental energy” needed to reason appropriately.
The genetically inherited, imperfect brain can only produce the “mental energy” provided by the instructions passed on from its parents. Our widely differing abilities to use our brains are dependent upon the physical makeup of our individual brains. Due to genetic differences, some people have the capability of reasoning much more quickly and efficiently than others. This says nothing of who we are, however, because if the individual essence of a slow-learning person was placed in a body where the brain functioned more proficiently, they would be just as “smart” as everyone else. The degrees of so-called “intelligence” found among human beings have nothing to do with the essence, but all to do with the physical limitations of the imperfect body.
22. SOME MEMORIES NOT PART OF OUR CURRENT REALITY
All of us imagine at one time or another. Many of us have experienced the insecurity of going to school on the first day and wondering if we were going to fit in, thus accounting for our dream of attending school partially dressed. And there isn’t a monster imagined that doesn’t have its body parts taken from an animal that we have seen or are aware of in our experienced reality. It’s easy to imagine a “kangaphant.” Just think of an elephant that stands on its hind legs, has short front legs and a pouch with a baby kangaphant tucked inside. Now picture it with big shark-like teeth!
Some have noticed a leaf falling from a tree and wondered what it must feel like to be a leaf and fall slowly, gently down to earth. We’ve seen birds fly with uninhibited freedom in the sky and imagined what it would be like to be a bird. Given that we can imagine these things, it is logical that there is an experience locked in our subconscious mind (essence) of a time when we actually could fly. And there is! It was in the advanced world where we came from, where technology exists that we have yet to discover.
The point is, there are some memories stored in a part of us that are not a conscious part of our current reality. Although our brain is incapable of accessing these subconscious “stored” memories upon demand, when we relax our minds and begin the process of dreaming or imagining, we access this unconscious realm and attempt to organize what we retrieve into a part of our current reality through reasoning.
So, you're a parent and you love your kids. You die, then you find out that the advanced human standing right next to you in our real world is having a mortal experience as your mortal child. You will realize that this mortal experience is playing out in that person's advanced brain, perceptively subconsciously. You can have a conversation with the advanced person, who is having the mortal experience as your mortal child, as if the advanced person is not thinking anything, or having a subconscious experience.
So, what will you say to that advanced person? You'll recognize them as a highly intelligent being of certain equality with your own highly intelligent Self. What are you going to say? "Hey, how's it going inside your head?"
You won't say anything. Because almost in a second, upon your mortal death and awakening as an advanced human, you'll look at the advanced human standing next to you and that person might have had a few mortal experiences that started and ended in their head before you get any words out. Yep, that's about how it goes with advanced humans.
In my message, I explained that mortals are not supposed to know these things about Real Truth™. It was not meant for the mortal Self, a Self that is subconsciously and prefunctorially created in an advanced brain, to know that this Self is NOT real. That shit will fuck up the best of us ... Okay, I have a problem with profanity ... So, I'll reword it as: that intelligence makes you God!
I've explained that the last thing that is going to happen to give OUR GROUP (15.07 billion advanced humans connected together in a singular experience, and who interact subconsciously with each other on the planet we call Earth, which we all had a hand in creating) is to have the Real Truth™ about all things revealed to us mortals. The ONLY reason why, is because OUR GROUP has never been able ... since the "fall of humankind" during the First Dispensation of Human Time upon Earth ... to create a mortal experience like it is supposed to be.
OUR GROUP created this planet so that our advanced brains could interconnect and have the experience while we are all getting along and enjoying our true eternal nature as advanced humans. It was NOT meant for us (as advanced humans) to be disconnected from the mortal experience. It was supposed to be ... it is supposed to be ... an ongoing experience that keeps our advanced brain balanced properly. It was never supposed to be: connecting to the Earth Experience for a short time, getting killed, dying from disease or old age, and then have to reconnect again. It was never supposed to be this way.
Our advanced brains were supposed to be continually connected to the "Dream of Mortal Life" ALWAYS, so that, as advanced humans, we could be continually experiencing new things, or eternal extraordinary experiences like we were meant to have ... worlds without end.
WE WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO FUCKING DIE! We weren't supposed to have to depend on some other mortal avatar to create a body, to which we could connect, for the Earth Experience. IN THE BEGINNING, we were all here, ALL 15.07 billion of us, give or take, having a WONDERFUL LIFE LIVING IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN, PARTAKING OF ALL THE INCREDIBLE FRUIT OF THE TREES IN THE GARDEN ... just like little children playing endlessly together on a playground ... in our mind. Ah, another song ... Check out these lyrics and tell me that these writers weren't high on a drug that helped them write this song.
It is called: "My name is Michael." Really? In the RI's 1842 play, which member of the Godhead is the one put to sleep to start playing "in the playground in [his] mind"?
BY GOD, IT IS MICHAEL!
When this old world gets me down and there's no love to be found I close my eyes and soon I find I'm in a playground in my mind Where the children laugh and the children play And we sing a song all day
My name is Michael, I've got a nickel, I've got a nickel shiny and new I'm gonna buy me all kinds of candy, that's what I'm gonna do
In the wonders that I find in the playground in my mind In a world that used to be, close your eyes and follow me Where the children laugh and the children play And we'll sing a song all day
My girl is Cindy [Eve], when we get married we're gonna have a baby or two We're gonna let them visit their grandma, that's what we're gonna do
Living in a world that I left behind
Happy little children
In the playground in my mind
See the little children
See how they play in the playground in my mind
The other thing I explained in my message, was that if the people of this world do not get together and solve poverty, our True Selves are going to continually hit their mortal avatars with all kinds of shit that isn't going to be very fun for anyone.
But those who know the Real Truth™, and listen to their True Messenger, sent by Michael playing in the playground in our minds, ... this was another part of my message ...
Keep on playing like little children. Let the adults standing around watching us play sit there on their asses and sulk about how terrible the world is, and how they wish they could do what we do ...
Sing a song all day. Our names are Michael. We are gods who are equal. We've got the Real Truth™, shiny and new. We're gonna have us all kinds happiness, that's what we're gonna do!
Your ONLY connection with Michael.
Now give me a fucking nickel! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd!
Happy New Year!
2021 is coming! Oh my! What is coming!
Where is the love? Practice what you preach, and turn the other cheek!
Live as if you're going to die tomorrow. Learn as if you're going to live forever.