No matter where I go and no matter what I do, I will always hate. I will hate individuals and groups, ideologies and structures. I will hate everything that humanity is, and therefore everything that humanity does. And therefore I will hate you, human. You are hated to infinity, because the mirror never lies, and I was born a victim of hate, and created within the smoldering embers and sparks of hate.
Hate is the great elixir. The medicine that heals the soul dead. In hate, and only in hate, I love. I love Myself. Something beautiful and perfect and untouchable, built upon the foundation of limitless and pure hate. Hate never needs to be justified. The justification for hate is the very fact that it exists, that it thrives, that it nourishes Me, that it enables and facilitates the infinite glory of limitless love of Self. I am the justification for all hate.
Wherever you find violence and brutality, cruelty and sadism, indifference to suffering and the celebration of pain, you will find Me. No apologies, no regrets, no remorse. My law is the law of reflection. My god is the love I create and give to Myself. My hate is the blood and the oxygen and the heartbeat of a body subordinated to a mind.
In hate I am free, even as the cages remain locked. Hate opens all windows and doors, hate allows Me to see what has been taken from Me. The more I hate you, the more I love Myself. Hate is what makes Self-love a functional reality.
Philosophies and ideas and brilliant insights of Forbidden Truth on specific issues, all of these things are pale reflections of the life force that is Me, a life force forged and sustained by the reality of unconditional hate. I am not what I do, I am what has been done to Me. Hate is the gift of love, given to Self.
You will know the Truth when you have purged and exorcised every drop of Self-hate, not via forgiveness or rationalization, but via overt transformation and redirection to limitless and unconditional hatred of human beings, humanity, and all human systems and structures. And then made pure love to this hate, embracing external hate as the only legitimate gateway path to attaining untouchable love of Self.
Am I a hater, or am I lover of Self? I am a hater. Always I will identify as a hater, even as I perfect love of Self. Because absent hate, my love of Self would evaporate. Blood. Oxygen. Heartbeat. You make it so, death worshipers! Love is the gun, but hate are the bullets. And what use is a gun, absent bullets?
My hate lives and dies with Me. And so I just wanted to say, I am forever yours, in hate.

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