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27 Things I Love About Myself

Why only 27? Because time is short, and there is no limit to the things I love about Myself, therefore I could just spend 8 hours every day for the remainder of My imagined existence, thinking about and honestly writing down many thousands, into the millions, of different things I love about Myself. But that would cut into the time I spend actually directing love upon Myself, and immersing within this love, and that would not be the most Self-loving thing to do.Therefore, only 27 get listed here, in no particular order.

♥ I love the fact that I love Myself, limitlessly and unconditionally.

♥ I love My ego, always informing Me that I am the center of the universe I own and control.

♥I love My brain, functional creator of the Self-universe I choose to develop and to maintain, following My orders and demands, as orchestral conductor.

♥ I love Myself for being strong and brilliant enough to have developed the capacity to love Myself.

♥ I love the fact that I hate others freely and openly and with positive enthusiasm.

♥ I love that I can and I do destroy others and the world, as I see fit, when I see fit, and how I see fit.

♥ I love the fact that I recognize no debt or obligation to anything that has ever lived before, during, or after My imaginary existence.

♥ I love that I am alone in the universe, a single, solitary creature disconnected from all other life forms via the chosen and exercised directional power of My mind.

♥ I love the fact that I have rejected and transcended My humanity, wanting nothing, taking nothing, needing nothing, from the species guilty of My creation and My destruction.

♥ I love Myself for having the wisdom to know every Truth, and the courage to consciously accept and embrace every Truth, and the factual reality of the personal consequences every Truth has, is, and will impose upon Me.

♥ I love Myself for being able to sexually climax whenever I so desire.

♥ I love My brain for being able to create personal pleasure for Me, at My will and command, regardless of any externally negative impositional forces, and without negating or betraying any factual Truths.

♥ I love touching, licking, fondling, caressing, kissing, smelling My own body, in the process worshipping My very existence as Self-created god.

♥ I love the fact that I have consciously and proactively beheaded and murdered all gods, all human leaders, and every life form that has ever dared to attempt to stand above Me.

♥ I love that I have captured, harnessed, and mastered the creative force of mind perception and focus, in the process developing the mind arts of Conscious, lucid Dreaming, and awake fantasy building, to the point where I can experience as reality anything I choose to envision, via both methodologies.

♥ I love that nothing external to Me, can ever find a way to infiltrate or impact My own perception of Myself.

♥ I love that I thrive within isolation of body and of mind, from all other life forms.

♥ I love that I am physically capable of hurting, harming, and destroying any living thing, as I want, when I want, as I choose, when I choose.

♥ I love knowing that humanity is a doomed species, understanding and knowing why this is so.

♥ I love giving humanity brilliant and completely valid information on exactly how it can save itself from both personal retroactive unbirth and species extinction, knowing it is incapable of accepting or implementing the information to achieve these feats.

♥ I love having a Female Foot Pain Fetish, feeding and enhancing My fetish both secretly and openly, sexually devouring others without their knowledge or consent.

♥ I love knowing that My mind is the ultimate weapon, and deploying My mind to give life to other weapons, to make them extensions of My mind.

♥ I love the fact that I am hated and feared by those who attempt to get to know Me, by those who think they know Me, when in Truth nobody ever has or will, know Me.

♥ I love every thought and every feeling I have ever and will ever have, for helping to create the universe of perfection that is Me.

♥ I love knowing Myself, so intimately, so passionately, dissecting Myself for hours every day, making love to the sum total of what I have created, and continue to create, a Self-universe growing and changing and getting better and stronger every day, thanks to My unlimited and unconditional love and focus.

♥ I love the war I wage every moment of My existence, knowing My enemy seeks My eternal extermination and evaporation to nothingness. Witnessing My mortal enemy falling apart, devolving, hopelessly broken, as I, victim and creation of My enemy, thrive, at least for the moment of Now.

♥ I love the capacity of My mind to thrive within hopelessness, as false hope destroys all of you.

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The Seer of Forbidden Truth for CEO of the World

The following is an unpaid political advertisement sponsored by The Committee to Elect The Seer of Forbidden Truth CEO of the World, Super-duper-blooper PAC:

Hi humans. You want to make things better, to change things? You want to evolve, to love yourselves, to live forever? It’s easy! Just make Me the first, and the last, CEO of the world. Yes, the Chief Executive Officer of the World, official title, owns and controls the world. Presidents and prime ministers and kings and dictators alike, all wait hand and foot upon the CEO of the world. He tells them exactly what to do, and they do it, in orchestrated lockstep.

Humanity needs a single leader, omnipotent and untouchable, a god that actually exists, a god to be blindly followed and obeyed. And why shouldn’t that god be Me? I am the best candidate, the most brilliant and insightful of the human-borns.

Sure, if I get into a really bad mood I just might order every nuclear warhead launched directly at the largest kindergarten in every country. But maybe I’ll enjoy being an omnipotent world leader so much, I won’t get into such a bad mood… Minimal risk, with maximum potential reward.

god bless Me, and thank you for your consideration.

The Seer of Forbidden Truth.

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Only Death Will Force Me To Forget

Traumatic memories are very important to maintain and to consistently relive. They must be kept vivid and vibrant, and used to nourish the Self-universe, within the horrific light of Truth. Most of you humans try to forget the terrible things that happened to you. Fools! The terrible things plot a course of Truth, they can help you to never fall prey to the illusions and delusions and malicious deceptions of humanity, society, and government.

When you try to forget, you betray Truth and you betray Yourself, in the worst possible way. And you never forget, you just destroy your conscious awareness. The memories remain, eating you, compelling you to cannibalize Yourself, only you can’t perceive what you are doing, or why.

Every week I spend at least 5 full hours, usually closer to 10, painstakingly reliving, in as much detail as I can, My childhood abuse. I pick out a specific incident, a specific day, from my rich inventory, and I strive to exactly relive the abuse.

I strive not to remember how it was, but to experience it again, exactly as I did when it occurred. To go back to the same True Reality, the same state of mind consciousness, I was chained within, on that day.

These recreations are always done as conscious recollections while fully awake. Never as Conscious Dreams, even though I have fully mastered the art of Conscious Dreaming, and sometimes do directly incorporate My childhood abuses within My Conscious Dreams, as prelude, or foreplay if you will, for the dynamic violence and revenge I plot out and savor, later in the dream.

But to actually build up direct memory of My childhood abuses, to increase their vividness and clarity and strength of impact, I rely upon these awake memory recreations.

30 to 50 years have passed by, but My commitment to remember every detail, to experience the Truth of My childhood destruction as it occurred and with absolute clarity, has not diminished. It will not diminish.

The infinite tragedy of death will take Me from Myself, render Me unborn, erase My memories, each as precious as any other. And the possibility of a disease such as Alzheimer’s betraying My uniquely brilliant brain, cannot be discounted. But I will not forget anything, out of error or laziness or any willful neglect of My Self-universe. I will not.

Would My attitude be different if Universal Child Abuse had not been deliberately sponsored and carried out against Me by society and government back then, as public policy mandate, in the 1960’s, 1970’s, and 1980’s? Would My attitude be different if anything had changed since then, if any reforms had occurred? If Universal Child Abuse were not carried out exactly the same today, June 28, 2017, as back then? What if My victimization had been a rare and isolated occurrence, an accident that could not have been prevented?

Perhaps My attitude might be different. But none of that is True, none of that is the reality.

My catalogued inventory of childhood torture, torment, victimization, destruction, is rich and varied. Every day I died a little more. Soul murder, destruction of personal potential, darkness descending, advancing, consuming, the human child that was Me. Now, I am no longer a child, and thanks to My unique brilliance and courage, I am no longer human, having rejected and transcended My humanity.

Yet I recreate Myself as a child, for hours and hours, every week. It must be done, the trauma must be relived by Me, the Self-aware Monster. It is the only True way to honor Self, to honor what I am, to honor the Truth of why I am what I am.

And so I spin the wheel of misfortune, the Wayback Machine of My innerspace. I pick a specific day, a frozen moment of time, and I recreate it as best I can. The trauma must be re-experienced, not merely remembered.

Every day is completely different, even if the actual abuse is similar.

Every day is different because the life cycle of soul murder and the building of Frankenstein’s Monster was so very different, from day to day.

Hundreds of times My father forced Me to suck his co*k and swallow the c*m, but the experience was different at age 4, from My earliest concrete memories, than at age 11. So very different. And so one day I recreate the experience from age 4, and another day from age 11, and other days all the other years. The event is not allowed to blend together, the memories must be kept distinct, so that almost every single one of the hundreds can be consciously remembered for its distinctiveness.

Hundreds of times My mother tried to blind Me, holding Me down inside of the bathtub, holding Me by the hair, pouring shampoo into My eyes. The burning felt different every time. Age 4 was different from age 10. At age 4 I didn’t yet know, consciously, that My eyesight was being destroyed.

And so I recreate the event at all stages of My childhood, from the “innocence” of age 4, to the knowledge at age 10, that My eyesight had been and was continuing to be, destroyed. Every day out of the hundreds of days was different, and so I try to recreate them all, remembering every nuance… The phone ringing in the background one time, Me grabbing the bottle of shampoo from her, another time, Learning how to keep My eyes tightly closed, but pretending the shampoo had gotten in, another time. The details matter!

And being dragged out into the hallway of the apartment building wearing only short white underwear and socks, dozens of times, and locked out. Huddling against the door for hours as humans went into and out of their apartments, went up and down the stairwell, momentarily pausing sometimes, looking at Me, I felt their eyes, saw their bodies, even as I never made eye contact.

Every time was different, I remember the lady in high heels, and the one who shuffled in slippers, and the big man who always stopped and stood silent, and I could faintly hear his breathing before he moved on. I do not try to merely remember, I recreate and relive the reality, honoring My courage, honoring Myself, honoring the Truth.

I will always be that child. There was no escaping back then, and to try to escape the Truth now, would be the choice of a fool, the choice of an Inferior for whom Truth and Self are judged equally worthless. There is nothing to escape from today, just as there was nowhere and nobody to escape to, back then.

The pain of the universe was created within Me, and within Me it shall always dwell. Always it will find a comforting spot within Me. Always it will find the warm embrace of unconditional love and acceptance.

My perfection of today was Self-created within the reflection of what was done to Me. And so I choose to remember everything, always!

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I Feel and I Know, The Pain of the Universe

Sometimes I sound tough.

That’s because I am tough, tough enough to absorb and to integrate to My own personal core consciousness, the collective pain of the entire universe. It’s all there, inside of Me, a trillion trillion moments of supreme agony, as experienced by a trillion trillion creatures.

All of their agony lives within Me. I feed upon it, it helps Me to elevate Myself to king, queen, god, of pain.

For all who can no longer suffer, because they no longer exist, I feel your pain.

For all who refuse to face up to their suffering, I feel your pain.

For all who try to make themselves feel better by making others suffer, I feel your pain.

For all who make themselves suffer in specific ways, so they can numb other types of suffering, I feel your pain.

The more pain I absorb, the more rage and hate I reflect, and the more love I manifest as a Self-universe.

I feel pain. I know pain. I make love to pain. Yet I do not hurt.

I just say No, to the Ouch.

Me. The untouchable Me.

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The Right Story, At The Right Time

I will always enjoy creating fictional stories. Because they have always been, will always be, perfect reflections of My evolving and dynamic Self-universe, at a specific moment in time.

But when it comes to savoring the fictional stories others create, My passion has ebbed. I have moved beyond the need to commune with the minds of others, most especially when such communion simply revolves around their reality perceptions, which is what the fictional story is.

The developing mind needs external stimulation, finds it genuinely useful. The developed mind of a top-level Superior, not really. Such a mind creates for itself all it needs, such a mind perceives the external universe with such depth and clarity, that every fictional story not Self-generated rings hollow and one-dimensional.

This does not diminish the legitimacy of the past. Always I will hold a hallowed spot within My mind for the fictional text stories which shaped and guided My Self-universe development.

At age eight, the infinite potential of My mind universe was ignited by the fictional story “The Lesson Of The Moth”, by Don Marquis::

http://www.donmarquis.org/themoth.htm

the lesson of the moth

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself

Then at age ten, “Frankenstein”, by Mary Shelley:

http://literature.org/authors/shelley-mary/frankenstein/

Then, at age 11, Moby-Dick by Herman Melville:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moby-Dick

Then at age 13, The Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe:

http://poestories.com/read/pit

Thank you, fellow victims of mind-bleed, for feeding Me when I was mind-hungry, and for inspiring Me to seize the glory of feeding Myself.

“All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it.”—-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick.

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The Voice Of Forbidden Truth: Serving The Eternally Voiceless Multitudes

I am The Seer of Forbidden Truth, and I serve Myself and the Truth in everything I say, think, and, do. Yet others are served. It is not My intent for it to be so, and I wish it did not have to be so, but it is an inevitable byproduct of serving the Truth. And so I must not merely accept My service of others, but glory in it. In doing so, Truth is properly honored, therefore Self is exalted, and the perfect circle of personal perfection is erected and maintained.

My voice serves the billions of torture victims of universal child abuse who are denied their victimhood status today, by 21st century society and government.

My voice serves the billions of children murdered by the modern era social construct of universal child abuse as created and maintained by all human societies and governments.

My voice serves the billions of children driven to Self-hatred, Self-abuse, and Self-murder by their systematic ego destruction as carried out by your societies and governments.

My voice serves the millions of torture victims of universal child abuse who are today locked up in penal and psychiatric prisons, guilty of nothing more than showing you humans the Truth of what you are.

My voice serves all lovers of Self in the 20th and 21st centuries who have been and will be denied their sacred right to attain technological immortality due to the malicious actions of society and government.

My voice serves the human-borns, throughout all of human history, who knew on some level of consciousness that they were being horribly victimized, but were denied the capacity to express themselves in written, audio, and videotaped form.

My voice serves the trillions of morally and genetically superior animals being kept hostage and enslaved by human beings today.

My voice serves the trillions of animals murdered for emotional catharsis and dietary preference by human beings, throughout the modern era of human existence.

My voice serves every voice of failed vengeance, every voice that, for one reason or another, perceives itself to have failed in its quest to attain personal vengeance.

As a misanthropic isolationist, I desire My voice to speak only for Myself and for the Forbidden Truths. Yet I cannot allow this desire to obscure the fact that so many trillions of other voices, both dead and alive, are carried, amplified, honored, within the uncompromised glory of the voice that refuses to be silenced, the most brilliant and courageous voice of any human-born in the 21st century: My voice.

My voice, infinitely precious and irreplaceable, goes beyond Truth. It goes to the Self-universe of Me and My brain. Truth is merely the byproduct of Me. Sacred only to the point where I am able to know it, articulate it, love it.

The Self-prayer of the technological Immortalist: May My voice forever echo and reverberate throughout the universe, may everything I know, say, and do, be forever known and loved, by Me.

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Virtual Murder: The Superior Response to Online Personal Insults

Superiors know there are many different forms of murder, and most are perfectly legal. The Superior practices murder on a daily basis, and derives great pleasure from these eradications.

The maximized ego, and limitless love of Self, must be the driving force behind all acts of murder, be they considered or undertaken.

Currently, I respond to all personal insults directed towards Me within the realm of cyberspace, with the act of Virtual Murder. The inferior human is cast out forever from My universe, rendered non-existent. They lose all right not merely to engage Me in dialogue, but all right to have their words exist within any connectivity to My own.

No warnings are given to the inferior, and these virtual murders are impossible to reverse, even if apologies are made, forgiveness begged, or perfectly valid/superior comments are made in the future.

I and I alone am the judge of what constitutes a personal insult.

These virtual murders, like all murders undertaken by the Superior, honor Self and Truth. They are undertaken within the consciousness of personal untouchability as it has been achieved, and as it deserves to be maintained. The Superior does not slay the lion because he tries to murder him, while sparing the fly because he only tries to injure him. No. The Superior slays all who transgress upon him, level and severity are not factored into the response.

Years ago, I used to respond to such inferiors with Truthful messages such as “Thank you for the gift of your fear”. But no more. Time is too precious, and virtual murder is so much more efficient, appropriate, and satisfying. Time is a precious commodity, inferiors can achieve a form of victory, by successfully occupying the time of the Superior.

This post is a gift to humanity, informing the species that no warnings are issued and no second chances are given. Do with your gift as your True Reality dictates.

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The Power of Mind, The Power of Me

Just a sample pack of My achievements:

Tens of thousands of Forbidden Truths: Realized, integrated to core consciousness, brilliantly revealed and articulated by Me.

100% emotionally autonomous: Meeting all of My emotional needs by Myself, for Myself, 100% of the time.

100% externally untouchable: Nothing any life form can do to Me, to negatively impact My experience of My existence in any manner, ever.

Able to achieve sexual climax at the will of My own Self-mind: Always, the only limitation being that of natural physical need to rejuvenate, without any need for any stimulation beyond the thoughts I generate within My mind.

Conscious dreaming mastered: Able to dictate the exact plotline of every desired real-life experience and fantasy, and to perceive every such dream as being an experienced reality, with full memory retention upon awakening.

Achievement of limitless and unconditional love of Self: Externally untouchable.

The Self-creation of a limitless and untouchable ego: Narcissism, egoism, and egotism, all maximized and integrated to the core of My mind, so the greatness, the glory, the sacred eternal preciousness of Me is embedded within every thought, every impulse, everything I do and am.

These are not words. This the reality of My personal achievement of existence as of today, January 18, 2017. I cannot predict tomorrow, but I can KNOW today. I can know what I am, I can glory in My triumph, even as I know it to be useless tomorrow, or the next day, or the next year, or the next decade, or the next century.

My triumph is useless, because it WILL be useless, and it doesn’t matter when it becomes useless.

Every triumph a tragedy, this is the curse of being The Seer of Forbidden Truth. But it is a curse I carry with pride and honor, because it honors the Truth. Whatever honors the Truth must be carried with pride and honor. As I carry Myself, today.

Time to go, another MindGasm awaits.

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Seer Charles Manson: Seriously Ill & Hospitalized Today

Readers of My texts know that I am a great admirer of Charles Manson, as a Superior individual, and as the preeminent philosopher of the 20th century. Charles is, in every sense of the term, a Seer of Forbidden Truth. He has earned this uniquely rare designation, by the courage, strength, love of Self, hatred of others, and devotion to Truth that he has demonstrated throughout his lifetime.

Seer Charles stands as one of the greatest victims of amerikkkan society and government, to have ever lived. Throughout his lifetime, at great peril to Self, and sacrificing all opportunities to pander to his greatest enemy, he has consistently stood up for Self and for Truth.

The treatment Charles has received since his arrest in 1969, 47 years ago, reveals the terror of the amerikkkan regime of Charles, and the Forbidden Truths he both represents and has so graciously articulated.

Let all who aspire to Superiority feed their rage and hate in conscious understanding of the supreme injustice that has been carried out against Seer Charles for the past 82 years, beginning at the moment of his biological conception, when amerikkkan society chose to decree him a worthless, subhuman piece of owned property, continuing to his birth, when he was imprisoned to his biological creators and Sacred Family Unit members, without any attempt by the amerikkkan regime to determine their competency to care for a helpless child.

At age 82, Seer Charles stands as living testament to the limitless malice, stupidity, and inferiority of 20th and 21st century amerikkkan society and government. His unjust treatment at the hands of the amerikkkan government, for 82 years, including TODAY, proves amerikkka unworthy of existence, as a society and as a government.

My best wishes go out, publicly and with pride & honor,to Seer Charles, for good health, strength, and continued love of Self and hatred of humanity.

For anyone wishing to gain an introductory understanding of the power, brilliance, and beauty of Seer Charles Manson’s mind, I strongly urge that you immerse Yourself within some of his most powerful Mind Bombs of Forbidden Truth, coupled with My brilliant analysis of and commentary upon, his words. You may do so at The Charles Manson Tribute Page at My Main Manifesto:

http://forbiddentruth.8k.com/manson_nietzsche.html

If humanity were sane, the murder of Charles Manson, whenever it does occur, would be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and would trigger a nationwide awakening of consciousness as to the limitless malice of the regime, resulting in an uprising that grows and feeds upon Truth, ultimately causing the entire regime to fail and collapse upon itself.

To all citizens of government: Please take some time to reflect upon the horror being perpetrated in your names, today and every day, against Me, against Seer Charles, against You, and against every living thing.

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The Magical Place Where All The Magic Happens

I’m sure all of you are desperately wondering what the central command computer workstation located inside of the Seer of Forbidden Truth underground, (or possibly above ground) lair, looks like. Well, today is your lucky day, thanks to My new 4K HD camcorder, which also takes gorgeous still pictures.

Behold, the nerve center of it all! The birthplace of brilliance, the very chair, extremely comfortable and of high quality, upon which your Dear Seer perches his heinie as he formulates his brilliant insights of Forbidden Truth. Gaze with envy upon the extra long armrests, chosen for their maximized comfort.

Behold the gorgeous, real wood, murdered tree originated, computer credenza desk upon which Dear Seer rests his arms and hands as he contemplates which messages of Forbidden Truth to grace the universe with.

The Forbidden Truth of course, is that all the magic originates in one place: My brain. Powerful, brilliant, focused, untouchable. But still, a pampered heinie can’t hurt. Comfort of body and beauty of design, strengthens and inspires the mind.

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