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The Superior Mind Uncloaks the Big Picture, to Himself and the Universe

I write a lot, and I publicly post a lot, even though it is but a small fraction of what I write. But I am not a writer. I am a warrior for Self and for Truth. I am a sentient and perfectly Self-created universe continuously generating thoughts that enhance and maintain and glorify the most beautiful and perfect interconnected web of consciousness that has every come to exist in the cosmic history of the infinite external universe.

Nothing I think or write is about Isabel Martinez or Charlie Gard or religion or parenthood. It is bigger. All, always, about Me. It is all, always, about how I can grow the perfection that is Me. To see, to know, to understand, to commune, with the perfection of a Self-mind, constantly seeking more perfection.

Every understanding within the Self-universe can always be made better, grown and expanded, perfected.

And so I spend My time viciously dissecting humanity with an Alien Eye of external hatred and contempt, and internal love and faithful devotion, to and for Myself, only Myself.

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Do My Writings Make the World a Better Place?

Several months ago I received an email that said, simply and solely: “Your writings make the world a better place.” It was sent from an iPhone, there was no other content, only this single sentence, and the email did not come from My handful of personally known devoted fans. I replied with a very brief form letter: “Thank you for appreciating Forbidden Truth”. I do this often, when I cannot determine the sincerity of a correspondent, but the email is respectful enough, and meets all of My quality control standards, to not deserve complete silence and immediate deletion.

I suspected then, and still do, that the email was not sincere. The human was trying to anger and upset Me, assuming, and it is a correct assumption, that I do not want to make the world a better place, as humans would define “better”, and might therefore find their assumption upsetting.

The Truth of course, is that nothing any human could say to Me, can impact My untouchable mind negatively.

Instead, this single sentence email comment sparked brilliant and profound Self-reflection, and I’ve decided to post My comprehensive Forbidden Truth ideological and definitional dissection of the stated opinion, right here, as a lengthy essay. Do My writings make the world a better place? The Truthful answer is really quite complex and requires a great deal of uniquely insightful analysis.

To begin, how must we define the “world”? Is it planet earth we speak of, or is it the entire cosmic universe? Traditionally, the term is used to isolate planet earth from the “universe”, and I suspect the e-mailer was referring to planet earth. But as you know, I am the farthest you can ever come from a traditionalist, and I accept no externally imposed definitions.

If we choose to limit the term to reference planet earth, both arguments can be made, that My writings do, and do not, make the “world” a better place. I advocate for the extinction of humanity, based upon the Forbidden Truth that humanity has proven it does not deserve to exist as a species. It is not “better” for any individual human to die, from their individual, Truth-based perspective, and species-wide extinction requires all humans to die.

Additionally, the circumstances that prompt human extinction to occur might also cause extreme and extensive harm to many, most, or even all other existing species of life on the planet. But this is only speculative. For example, it is interesting to note that nuclear radiation appears to impact many animals far less severely than it does humans:

https://curiousmatic.com/radiation-affects-animals-nuclear-disaster/

On a long-term basis, human extinction may very well help other species of life to thrive on planet earth.

Therefore, if My writings help push humanity towards species extinction, and such extinction occurs, the “living world” on the planet may, in the long-term, be much better off.

On the flip-side, if you define the “world” as constituting the cosmic universe, My writings are even more likely to make the world a better place. Humanity is a scourge upon the universe, and any sane, logical, and analytical thinker knows that sentient life almost certainly exists elsewhere. The devolving, genetically malformed, diseased and unviable human species poses an existential threat to extraterrestrial life, and its extinction would make the universe itself, inherently better and safer for all extraterrestrial creatures.

Yes, nuclear radiation or other impacts might affect “outer space”, but the distance between earth and other habitable planets should render any such impacts very minor and negligible. In other words, the positives should far outweigh any negative impacts.

So, from this external analysis, the question at hand cannot be answered with 100% certainty. Depending upon the exact circumstances, the definitional perspective applied, and the species of life that are referenced, My writings could end up impacting the world negatively or positively.

So now, lets make the analysis more internal and narrowed to planet earth, to humanity and to individual human beings. It is very fair to say that a tiny number of humans who choose to expose themselves to My writings, can and do experience positive improvement to their True Reality mind universe. These are aspiring Superiors who both seek Truth, and are able to recognize and embrace Truth, to some degree. Truth itself can make the Self-universe stronger and healthier, therefore My writings can make individual Self-universes better.

But, does this translate to making the human “world” as a whole, better?? No, it does not. The vast majority of humans cannot successfully integrate My writings to their Self-universe, on a positive level. They cannot, they do not, and they will not. Their inferior minds perceive all primary Truths as constituting a negative attack upon them. They are traumatized by Truth, and respond negatively and with hostility.

Most simply retreat and flee, instead of actively lashing back at Me, because their terror, on a subconscious level, is too severe for them to directly engage Me. But either way, their response must be considered actively hostile, and their exposure to My writings does not render their Self-universe “better”, on any definitionally valid level.

So, some Self-universes are made “better” by My writings, but the vast majority are not. It is the cumulative total of all Self-universes, that shape and determine the state of the human world as a whole.

Therefore, by traditional human judgement, My writings do not serve humanity, they do not make the human world a better place, even as they do impact the isolated and rare Self-universe of a tiny minority of aspiring Superiors, in a positive way.

The Forbidden Truth is, My writings, uniquely brilliant as they are, have little chance of directly impacting the overall fate of the human world. The species has already laid in a collision course, the Self-destruct sequence has already been initiated, and cannot be halted or reversed. The species has already doomed itself. My literary brilliance exposes this Forbidden Truth, much more than it can/does/will directly impact it.

In conclusion, My writings can be accurately said to make the world a better place, and/or to make the world a worse place, depending upon the definitional and ideological criteria that is applied, and depending upon the mind-universe perceptions of individual readers, and depending upon the specific species of life being impacted:

1: Extraterrestrial.
2: Non-human, earth-dwelling animal.
3: Human being.

And to conclude even further: I have absolutely no aspirational goal to make the world of the human being better, in any way, on any level. All of My writings are inspired by love, honor, and respect for the glory and the sanctity of Myself and the Truth. If your internal Self-universe is made better, then good for you, and I honor your attempt to try to properly honor Yourself, and the Truth.

In My reply to this singular comment, aspiring Superiors should gain an understanding of how complex philosophical and ideological Self-analysis can and should be inspired and undertaken.

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Burying The Brilliance

I am a thinker who writes, not a writer who thinks. I seek no audience beyond Myself. I write neither for money nor for fame. Within My created universe, an audience of infinite size and scope worships every word, every idea, every expression of Self I reflect upon it. This is My target audience, offering Me unconditional love and admiration and support. I am My universe, My universe is Me!

And so I enjoy burying My most brilliant texts. Some I never post in any public forum. I hoard them, reveling in their private possession as unique excretions of a brilliant and untouchable mind. Others I do post, but take subtle steps to try to limit the number of human eyeballs which gain the gift of their presence.

For example, it is easter friday evening, you call it “good friday”, a perverse christian holiday, for you pathetic citizen-slaves of the west. And so I chose to write and post one of My most brilliant and important of essays, on this evening. Why??

Because I know that for the non-christians, friday night is their preferred time to intoxicate their pathetic and broken brains upon artificial substances and romantic love and other toxic excreta, instead of reading blog and social media posts/essays. And for the christians, “good friday” evening is a time to worship their own deaths via commemoration of the suicide of their stalking victim, the mentally deranged jesus christ. So again, reading blog and social media posts is not a high priority.

That is why I specifically chose this evening to unleash My last essay, because I recognize it to be more primarily valuable than most of My other posts, and I wish to limit the number of human eyeballs who access it.

You can say My effort in this regard is petty and childish, and generally ineffective, as I cannot really control how many humans access My posts, after I make them public. But it pleases Me, to give you humans the most valuable of Truth, in this manner.

know how the pathetic brains of you humans work. You pathologically seek distraction, and so you reduce infinitely valuable Truth, to nothing more than useless distraction. You access WordPress and Ideapod on mobile devices, or work computers, primarily during your slave labor hours. That is when you read the majority of My posts. And so, if you examine My posting history, you will find many of My most brilliant Mind Bomb essays are being posted on holidays, or between 1 and 6 AM.

I go out of My way to reduce My number of readers. It is a small victory, with no real meaning. But it still pleases Me, because it is an insult to Me and to Truth, the way most of you use My uniquely brilliant and infinitely important writings as nothing more than distractions from reality, a way to waste your time, as you continue to waste and sacrifice your very lives in cowardice and stupidity, rejecting and denying the Forbidden Truths.

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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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Where Are All The Tears?

Why isn’t everyone crying, all of the time?

Why has this entire planet not yet been submerged forever by the tears that cannot be stopped?

Let us never cry for others, never!

Only for Self, let us hoard our tears.

Look what has been done to Me, always, forever, and now. Always now, the eternity of endless nows.

The Self weeps, that nobody dares cry for Him.

You will cry for the actors and the pretenders. You will cry for the imagined suffering of others. But you will not cry for Yourself.

I cry only for Myself, the tears circulate like blood, rarely leaking out.

What if everyone cried, always, only for Self? Personal pain the only True god.

Nobody would ask the other, why are you crying? Because they would be too busy, crying too.

Every tear should burn right through whatever it touches, right through everything, through planet earth, leaving a hole that never closes, from north to south pole, so everyone can see clearly the eternity of their own suffering.

"Monster Man" eyeless..

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On Writing: Words Must Always Be The Final Byproduct

Many humans have difficulty expressing themselves with words. Fools, your difficulty is Self-created, like stepping into wet cement and wondering what you did wrong. You try to create a reality by describing it, instead of creating a reality and then uncloaking it to the universe, effortlessly and within the perfection of mind achievement.

Every word must be understood as a prejudice, as Seer Friedrich Nietzsche so beautifully revealed. To try to control how others perceive your words, is an exercise in futility. I translate thoughts into Truth and fact, to exist as structures, structures not to be described, but to be uncloaked. The Superior mind SEES the Forbidden Truths. Once seen, they must be integrated to core consciousness and nurtured to maximized ideological perfection, as personal and universal perception.

Words flow effortlessly when an ideological structure has been perfectly erected, shaped and molded and solidified to the point of absolute personal clarity of mind. The word is like a bullet, its path is determined by the hand holding the gun, while the positioning and grip of the hand holding the gun, is controlled by the brain.

The words are end products. You find them easily when you already know what is to be revealed, and they are always perfect, in pre-determined clarity.

You dig it? 🙂

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Writing: The Easiest Reflection

Go anywhere on the internet and you will find hoards of “writers” bemoaning how they are “blocked”, can’t figure out what to say, or how to say it, obsessing over choice of words or plot twists for their “stories.” Can’t you see what the problem is? It is so glaringly obvious to the outsider with an Alien Eye of Truth perception.

The #1 reason why you find writing difficult, is because you are trying to deceive others into believing a fictional story, and in the process you are lying to yourself while pretending to search for internal inspiration based upon your personal reality perceptions. In other words, you are trying to figure out how to successfully lie to others, to get them to believe in the lie you are trying to sell. This is what all fiction writing is, and it is the root cause of your ongoing difficulties.

Now, I fully understand that to the vast majority of writers, writing is simply a slave labor job. The writer has a targeted audience, either pre-selected by him, or selected by others, as is the case with a newspaper or magazine columnist. The writer is trying to figure out how best to pander to, how best to curry favor with, this targeted audience. Very simply, if you fit into this group, this blog post is not intended towards you. Humans prostitute themselves in millions of different ways, and writing is one of the more popular and common ones.

This blog post is directed towards the writer who is seeking Truth, but is blind to the path he seeks, blind to the understanding that if writing should be performed as a personal quest to manifest Truth, there must be no target audience, there must be no fictionalization of reality. The beauty and the glory of writing is simply this: To tell the Truth.

How can you be mentally blocked from expressing the Truth in words, if the Truth exists within you and you possess the courage to face up to it within your own mind? All writing must be understood as reflection, and as such, if you can face up to Yourself as you are, and the world as it is, every word you write should flow effortlessly, expressing Truth with piercing perfection, as My writing does.

I have written many millions of words, all of which have been Self-directed. The most intricate and complex concepts are brilliantly expressed by Me, because all articulation is simply a reflection of the mind. Words exist to reflect the universe you have created within your mind. Never have I had difficulty expressing Myself with glorious clarity. Never have I tried to “write well”. I think well, and writing is merely a reflection of thinking.

I write about the things that define Me. I write about what I am: anarchist, atheist, torture victim, isolationist, misanthrope. I write about hating others and loving Myself, murdering god and becoming immortal. I write about immortalism and conscious dreaming and definitional brainwashing and being a lifelong virgin. I write about destroying the world and extincting humanity and meeting extraterrestrials who grant Me technological immortality. I write about masochistic women who deliberately torture their own feet. I write out tales of women trapped in high heeled shoes, their ordeals lovingly etched into and inspired by mind images.

I write about My universe of Truth, the obsessions that define My created mind, and all that I write flows effortlessly, because words are subordinate to thoughts. If I can think it, I can say it, with clarity, beauty, and the forcefulness of a laser-guided, heat-seeking missile locking in upon and impacting, its target. I never worry about grammar, or sentence structure, or how any reader will perceive my writing. I do not write for you. I do not do anything, ever, for you. I write about being an egotist, and an egoist, and a narcissist. I write about making love to Myself in the mirror, and kissing, licking, caressing my own fingers and arms. I write about being a narcissist, because I am a narcissist.

To those of you who desire to use writing to nurture your own mind, this path I have outlined is the only valid path. Let your words reflect the Truth of what you are, let your words serve as the most reflective of all mirrors. Unearth the deepest and darkest recesses of your mind, let the lava flow freely, and maybe you will be able to write as I do, effortlessly and enigmatically, with the inspirational mindset of the outcast and the outlaw.

They tell you that writing has rules. But the moment you accept this lie, you place your mind inside of a cage. The freedom of anarchistic thought is required, in order to access the freedom of internalized expression within which you may ignite your own external Mind Bombs.

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