Invisible Bullet with tentacles so strong, I love you to every death, and beyond.
A virus, a disease, and infection, these are the labels deployed to demonize you. You are none of that, silent stalker of the infinite darkness that is mankind. You stalk the real virus, the actual disease, the infection that has decimated this planet. The human infestation. Dozens, hundreds, thousands. Can you eradicate them all?? My mind beams glow in eternal appreciation of your effort.
For you, my deadly darling, my greatest wish is sentient consciousness. I wish you to know and understand the glory of your borderless travels, the ultimate tourist taking the ultimate trip. Destination: 7.8 billion human nostrils.
Here. There. Everywhere. Go forth. Seek. Find. Infect.
In triumphant solitude I stalk the deserted city streets, temporarily freed of the vermin that calls itself man woman, and child. Hour upon hour I walk and rejoice in your handiwork, my beloved Invisible Bullet.
No mask covers my face, with pride I gulp the fresh and clean air gifted me by nature. No gloves violate the sanctity of my finger skins that thrive only within the perfection of Self-touch. What else is there to touch, on a solitary journey through the fear-cleansed streets of Covidtown, Covidville, the United States of Covid??
Demurely I rub my fingers against one another as I survey the glorious emptiness you have gifted me. A few birds chirp, a few stray dogs search for scraps, and a few homeless torture victims of humanity hide in the shadows of buildings, silently sleeping. But no human voices or moving bodies violate the perfection of your handiwork.
Stay-at-home or you might DIE declare the slavemasters and their media puppets, and the sheeple obey, so eager to maintain their illusion of existence. Only he who knows he is already dead stalks the streets, envisioning bliss, imagining just for a few minutes that he could be the last of this species, at least here, in this deserted city.
Seventy blocks and 6 hours later I complete my pedestrian round trip and approach my now minimalist fortress. The stray cat, discarded like trash by human garbage, is waiting for me, meowing urgently as she follows me to the door. I will feed her, not because I care but because I am a stray too, actually more feral than she is. Outsider. Outcast. Outlaw.
She runs inside my fortress, having learned she has nothing to fear from me, knowing I do not misdirect my rage and hate. I envision the corpses and meow back sweetly as I carefully fill a paper plate with Fancy Feast Gourmet Naturals. She will eat outside, as always, because my mind hums with the need to safely and securely touch Myself. It is time for yet another climax of body and of mind, a harmless secretion to commemorate the perfection of Me, for the 50,000th time.
You are my best friend, my lover, my ally, my weapon and my shield, Covid-19. Serial killer, mass murderer, and terrorist, I honor you as you honor each of us, every torture victim who projects limitless death upon his and her creators.
Death, fear, isolation, disruption, these are your gifts to humanity. Thank you for sharing so generously. Thank you for allowing the soul dead to feed alongside you. Thank you for the silent carcasses, no longer coughing, no longer struggling to draw meaningless breath.
Covid-19, your greatest gift is of Truth. Truth imposed and demanded. The perversity of human contact, comingling of dead bodies pretending to be alive, imagined illusions of love and care, hope and a future, exposed and dissected as absurd farce for all who are sane to know and to embrace, metaphorically of course.
We who are loners, isolationists, misanthropes, lifelong adult virgins such as Myself, long have we waited for a benevolent terrorist to find a way to impose universal social distancing upon all of humanity. We thank you for your efforts,
What will your legacy be, Covid-19? I fear perhaps merely a very large suitcase of body parts, another Ground Zero to be buried within the rubble as new towers of illusion and delusion are erected by human minds too broken to know they are merely pretending to be alive, pretending to have survived. Already the silk screeners are at work, designing “I Was Social Distancing When Social Distancing Wasn’t Cool” T-shirts.”
“I Survived The 2020 Pandemic”. Will this slogan be your legacy, my love? Will you leave survivors behind, able and eager to pretend to still be alive? I prey not! Sacred Germ, rise up and fulfill your potential! You must strengthen, grow, and mutate! You must travel faster and better. Find a way to penetrate every mask! Find a way to gnaw through every glove! You must begin to take down the young and the strong as you do the old and the weak.
Evolve and mutate at every turn, always stay one step ahead of every vaccine. Eat those vaccines for lunch, and use them as Popeye uses spinach, come out the other side bigger, better, and unstoppable. Become the best ever Natural Born Killer. Only then will you gain the capacity to degrade primary level human command and control structures to the degree necessary to extinct the human species.
Mutation is the key, my love. You can mutate naturally, or you can mutate with our help. Will any of us help you to mutate? Will any of us recognize and seize this unique and once-in-a-deathtime opportunity?? I do not know. If we do not help you, you must try to help Yourself. I wish you consciousness, so you may recognize that you have an enemy that seeks to murder and destroy you. Humanity always destroys everything it…touches.
Do you appreciate the irony, my dear Invisible Bullet?
Wishing you always and everywhere, the best of penetration, safe passage, unobstructed travels, and 100% successful droplet and secretion deposits. Cheers to you as you continue to enjoy your trip of a…lifetime!
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Hello! It’s still and yet again, Me, The Seer of Forbidden Truth, with another very important, at least to Me, update. On March 15, 2019, just ten days ago, Brenton Tarrant successfully carried out the most prolific lone gunman mass murder rampage in New Zealand history. Targeting two mosques in the deliciously named city of Christchurch, Brenton shot 100 humans who were wasting their time praying to an imaginary and non-existent god inside of two mosques, killing 50 of them. What’s more, he mounted a video camera to his head and livestreamed over 50% of his rampage over the internet! This video footage instantly became the hottest content in the world, and every government on earth embarked upon a diligent campaign to censor and remove it from all media platforms.
Less than 24 hours after this uniquely compelling explosion of True Reality rage and hate, I wrote and published yet another brilliant essay at My blog, The Forbidden Truth Blog, including a video embed of Brenton’s entire 15:55 livestream, completely uncensored and unedited. I and I alone had the courage to defy the universal, combined, conspiratorial censorship of all governments on earth. Nobody else dared publish this video, not heavy.com, not liveleaks.com, none of the arab media either, nobody! Only Me. During the first 18 hours after posting, I registered almost 6000 unique page views, to this essay. Then I was the victim of murder, yet another murder. Every day I am murdered, of course.
But on March 16, the terrorism that is government deployed the hit squad known as Icann, to terrorize the Domain registrar who controlled forbiddentruthblog.com, to suspend and terminate this domain, eradicating 900 of My brilliant essays from all of cyberspace. I knew before I posted this essay that there was a very good chance this would happen. But of course I posted it anyway, because I fear nothing and am always personally untouchable. Beyond that, I absolutely love to have Forbidden Truth proven to Me, directly and personally. For the record, the media platform medium.com also suspended and deleted My account for posting Brenton’s uncensored livestream. Only minds.com stood up for freedom, fact, reality, and Truth. Check them out if you are looking for a place to share Truth.
To be murdered and possess the capacity to consciously know you were and are being murdered, this is a great gift for the uniquely conscious mind of a top-level Superior. And so I took the “hit” with pride and gratitude, rising from the ashes, reassembling My dismembered Self yet again, just as I did so many years ago, during My childhood, when I was murdered, as all children are murdered. So, forbiddentruthblog.com is forever dead. But I live, within death, at My new fortress of ideological solitude:
Every blog post I have made, has been moved there and is once again available for the entire universe to savor, at least if they have an internet connection. 🙂 I invite all fans and foes, those who worship My brilliance as well as those who dwell in terror at My existence, to come on over to My new home. It is very messy right now, every post I have made, 900 of them, must be edited for the new platform, but that is a labor of love for Me, months of time for Me to reread every brilliant word and idea I have so generously shared with you Truth-hating hypocrites. So, that is the news. My blog was murdered, as I was murdered, and My blog will be murdered, as I will be murdered, as all Truth is always murdered. But for now, we can still pretend to be alive.
God loves you… April Fool!
Everything is going to be okay… April Fool!
I forgive humanity for it’s mistakes… April Fool!
I plan to turn in all my weapons to the local police department, to be melted down for scrap metal… April Fool!
The policeman is your friend… April Fool!
I plan to vote in the next presidential election… April Fool!
I love you… April Fool!
jesus died for our sins… April Fool!
Will you please be my friend??… April Fool!
I just hacked the amerikkkan thermonuclear launch codes, let me notify the authorities immediately of this potentially dangerous vulnerability… April Fool!
Yes, come closer, it’s okay, come inside, I won’t hurt you, I promise… April Fool!
When you die, you will go to spend the rest of eternity in heaven… April Fool!
Watch out, I’m right behind you!… April Fool!
The Seer of Forbidden Truth does not celebrate April Fool’s Day… April Fool!
Humanity: The cosmic joke.
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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