Very recently I went to see a medical doctor in order to receive my annual physical examination. Every year I get a physical, in honored reflection of the limitless love I hold for Self.
As always, the doctor decreed Me in excellent health, excepting only my eyes, legally blind thanks to the genocidal social structure of motherhood as it has been imposed upon Me.
With a straight face, as always, she decreed my health excellent. Yes, my chosen doctor is a female, because even though mom deliberately tried to blind Me, dad chose to rape Me hundreds of times, and therefore it remains preferable to be touched by a female human. Not to mention the fact she wears health clogs on her otherwise completely bare feet, a nice side benefit for my Female Foot Pain fetish mindscape.
Every time, every year, when she declares Me healthy, I want to murder her. Because it is a lie, and I despise liars and lies. I am not healthy. I am dying. Good health and death are not compatible.
How can I be healthy when I am dying? How can I be healthy when every organ and every system within my body, is doomed to completely fail? How can I be healthy when my Self-universe is being systemically destroyed via a process of aging that results in the loss of everything, every sight, every sound, every thought, every memory, every experience, every perception, every ability to perceive anything, doomed to be eternally lost, retroactively erased, to render Me never having existed, never having been born, a nothing that is only pretending to be alive, pretending to visit a doctor, pretending to hear that he is in excellent health?!
I am not in excellent health. I am dying. But this doctor cannot tell Me the Truth, and no licensed medical doctor on planet earth in the 21st century can tell Me this Truth, because it is a Forbidden Truth, forbidden by government, by every society, and by The Matrix of Universal Illusion.
I need to know the Truth, but I don’t need any human to tell it to Me, in order to know. I am not like you creatures, you diseased mind cripples. You are the ones who are destroyed by your sacred mythologies, but the horror of it all is that in destroying yourselves, you will successfully destroy Me, too.
Nobody is in excellent health, or in good health, or in poor health. Everyone is dying, and to be dying is to be dead, with the only difference being, if you are consciously aware of the fact you are dead, you can try to fight to gain the gift of life, but if you lack the conscious awareness you are dead, you cannot try to fight to gain the gift of life.
So there she is, every year, my doctor, declaring Me to be in excellent health. This makes her an active co-conspirator, serving her society and her government, in concealing all of the Forbidden Truths of death from human consciousness, from all human awareness.
Every medical doctor on planet earth is guilty of genocide. In declaring Me to be in excellent health, my doctor is playing a primary and pivotal role in helping her society and government to effectively carry out my murder, and the murder of every human-born on planet earth. It is so!
Death is the disease, the only disease, that must be cured. All those other “problems”, from heart failure to bunions to cancer to alzheimer’s to stroke and everything in-between, are symptoms of the disease that is death, the disease every doctor should hold as his sacred oath, to cure, to eradicate.
But no, the medical doctor is a citizen-slave, specifically empowered and mandated by their society and government to feed the universal trance of life illusion. Her job is to make the dead believe themselves to be alive, by delivering good news to them, “Hey idiot, you are in excellent, good, fair, poor, (whatever)…health”. The point is, you are not dead, nor are you dying.
Death is the great Truth. Life is the toxic lie! Whoever and whatever convinces you that you are alive, is guilty of your murder, of the murder of every Self-universe, the greatest act of ongoing genocide the cosmic universe has ever witnessed.
Imagine a medical doctor telling every patient that he/she is dead. This doctor would be stripped of his credentials, denied the right to serve life, and to serve Truth. And yet without this Truth, the disease of death is guaranteed to never be cured. Because nobody is trying to cure it, nobody in a position to try. As long as you pathetic idiots can maintain the delusion of being alive, death will always be inevitable and accepted by all, and eagerly welcomed by most. This is the nature of your mental defectiveness as a species.
Every child and every adult, of every age, at every stage of physical decomposition, deserves the opportunity to know and to understand that they are dead. They deserve the knowledge of Truth, of fact, of reality, so they can try to inspire themselves to fight to be born, to fight to gain what they do not have and can never have, the gift of being alive, absent the eradication of the disease that is death.
Medicine is a fraud and a con-game. It is the perversion of religion, cloaked via mask of science, technology, and useless treatments. Just as the Insane God Myth is guilty of making the lie of an afterlife irresistible and impossible to psychologically dismantle, medicine and medical doctors are guilty of shape-shifting the illusion and the lie of life, into a sacred totem of universal trance. “You are alive!”, that is what every doctor tells every patient at every visit, that is the message delivered, on order and command of government, sponsor of death for all.
In many previous texts, I have dissected the Forbidden Truths of technological immortality. I hesitate to even mention the phrase in this essay, because it serves no purpose. You brain-dead fools want to die, you want to pretend to be alive even as you are dead. The very thought of even trying to fight to gain life, is alien to you. You cannot even perceive of it, on any level of honest consideration.
You have your army of con-artists, from the medical doctor to the religious preacher to your very own child-slave, imprisoned by you inside a coffin you call a house, to relentlessly delude yourself into celebrating an illusion of life, as you choose to impose, maintain, mandate, your own death and the death of every other human-born, Myself included.
No, I did not murder the doctor who lied to Me. In fact, I made my next appointment, for May 2019, just in case I am able to still convince her I am alive at that time.
Let her keep murdering all the others, as she murders the Truth.
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