I have spent the past 3-4 weeks obsessively re-reading all of My writings. All of them, millions and millions of words, from My 2000 page handwritten autobiography, to My 1989-1991 print zine, to the xerox copies of letters that I wrote and sent to pen-pal correspondents during that era, to My 10,000+ usenet newsgroup posts, made under numerous screen names, to My Main Manifesto, to My blog, and many other writings made to many other online forums, that will never be directly linked to how you creatures reading this now, know me.
I chose to undertake this project as part of the continuous process of Self-adulation, Self-worship, and Self-love, that defines My personal triumph of consciousness, and what a wonderful experience it has been. To bear witness to the perfection of a mind unchained, Truth and love, hate and rage and blood-thirst and brilliance and untouchability and ego and so much more, all growing, thriving, overwhelming all else, over the course of decades, everything molding and melding and solidifying to an immovable mass that thrives even as it lays dead forever, never even given the chance to be born.
Via this immersion, everything I know to be True has become stronger. Past, present, and future distinctly separated, even as they seamlessly merge. I know My own beauty, brilliance, wisdom, perfection, rage, hate, better than ever before. And to know Yourself as you are, is the key to knowing all Truth, as it is.
It is remarkable, even to Me, how right I have always been, about everything. No mistakes, no errors of perception or judgment. Only Truths that needed to be fleshed out, deepened, carved more beautifully and perfectly, which is exactly what I have done over the course of my illusion of time, within My texts.
In totality, My writings present a complete picture of humanity, and of all Truth. There is not much to add, only stray facts that can be further fleshed out. And so My future public writings will be minimal. Humanity is unworthy of the gift of Forbidden Truth, much less the repetition of it. I am too precious to waste words on humans, when I can spend the time carving perfection upon the landscape of My mind.
One of the potential end results that inspired this Self-immersion, was the thought of writing and publishing a print book of Forbidden Truth, a vanity project of very high quality and length, with a purchase price of $100-$300. But this will not happen. My decision is to not pursue such a project. The Forbidden Truths will remain free, free and scattered across cyberspace, available to all, every Truth needed for humanity to save itself has already been revealed by Me, openly and publicly, and right now you can see it all, take it all and change the world. But of course you cannot, and you will not, because you are what you are, a pathetic, failed, diseased and doomed species of cowards and fools.
There is no benefit to Me, to create and to publish such a book, because I know what I am, and I know what you are. There is nothing to prove, because everything is known. Truth is dead, and will always be dead, to you creatures, no matter who presents it, and no matter how it is presented.
The purity of Truth will always be preserved by Me. Truth and Self, pure and externally untouchable, no matter what I choose to do. But still, I make choices that minimize external contamination, even as I keep my gift in the public domain, celebrating the fact it is universally rejected, ignored, condemned, ridiculed.
I am not My words. I am not My ideas. I am My experiences: Victim. Creation. Slave. Harmed. Destroyed. Caged. Murdered. The knowledge of what I am, is what gave Me the brilliance to uncover and to reveal the Forbidden Truths of humanity. And there they are, pretending to exist as words and ideas, on this internet thing, a caged collection of human minds pretending to be free, pretending to seek enlightenment, a new universal illusion, a playground for the dead who are too stupid and blind to see their own corpses and skeletons and brain-free skulls.
Hello again, humans of the internet world! It’s nice to see you! Thank you for the pleasure of your observation of My words and ideas. Look at them, see them through your hopelessly broken and diseased brains. Your failure to know, to understand, to recognize the Forbidden Truths, that is My triumph, and I must celebrate it. A useless triumph, made useful only via the perfection of My own Self-universe. You don’t quite understand that last sentence? How absolutely, adorably perfect!
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