It’s that time of the year again, time for your diseased societies and cultures to shoot you with the poison arrow of external love delusion. Valentine’s Day, an official, state-sponsored holiday. No, it is not a federal holiday, at least not in amerikkka. But it is a suffocating social and cultural plague infecting humanity 24/7/365, and on this particular day it is glorified and rendered sacred by the slave-state, in honor of the universal slavery of mind and of consciousness it causes.
External love is a lie, it is a toxic construct of the Matrix of Universal Illusion, invented specifically to snuff out all human capacity to develop and thrive within love of Self. Romantic love is external love on steroids, the toxicity of it multiplied many times over.
External love is the universal lie of the Self-hater: Let Me pretend to love you, so you may be inspired to pretend to love Me, so neither of us need face the Forbidden Truth that we hate ourselves.
External love is the vampire greedily feeding on the emotions of others, not knowing they are toxic, not knowing the perception of nourishment he enjoys, masks the Truth he is only draining himself, poisoning and crippling his own sacred mindscape, sabotaging his one and only capacity to attain genuine love, as the only genuine love is Self-love.
External love has entranced all of humanity in 2017, as an idea. But it is a false, fake, invalid illusion. There is nothing real or True within any projection of external love. The lie of external love thrives, because Self-love is dead. And the human DOES need to be loved. And so he settles for a lie and an illusion, because he needs it, only because he cannot even conceive of developing the real thing within his conscious mind.
Society and government sanctifies the lie of external love because it perfectly serves the Matrix. It enslaves human beings to each other, distracting them from the universal slavery of citizenship.
Only within Self-love can an individual be enlightened to the horrific nature of his victimization and oppression at the hands of his society and government. And external love renders this Self-love, impossible to attain. Game, set, and match. Your choice to pursue and embrace external love, dooms you to ongoing, lifelong victimization, oppression, suffering, and the eternal retroactive unbirth that is death.
You should hate everything about external love. You should hate those who try to get you to love them, and you should hate the structures that promote and encourage external love.
But enough about that. Every day deserves to be celebrated by the untouchable Superior. So, as a lifelong misanthropic virgin, let Me celebrate valentine’s day as the day I give Myself even more love than all other days. Let Me celebrate the glory of untouchable, unconditional, limitless love of Self, and the fact I have never and will never waste the tiniest bit of love on anyone else.
One of the things I most love about Myself, is the fact that I have a glorious Female Foot Pain Fetish. I transfer My sexual impulses to female foot pain, creating a vast universe of ever-changing perfection of imagery.
So yes, I love the inflamed corn on the side of her baby toe, the throbbing bunion at the base of her twisted, protruding big toe joint, the agonizingly tender callus that has formed directly underneath her dropped metatarsal head on the ball of her foot, the broken blister on the back of her heel, so exquisitely sensitive that she is forced to shamefully crush down the backs of her dress pumps, just to be able to make it through her workday.
I love the sight of her limping, unable to conceal her foot torment, I love the sight of her desperately easing off her shoe in public, exposing her deformed foot, just to gain a few seconds of pain relief.
Yes, valentine’s day, like every other day, is filled with love for Me, the love I have for Myself and My beautiful mind.
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