Resonance refers to reverberations being recognized as a congruent current or synchronized signal to a receiver. And in the current context, resonance refers to people having precise positioning and acting in alignment with whatever they can clearly conclude Christ’s calling for them to do. As an atheist, I recognize that Christians’ designated deity doesn’t discriminate against anyone on the basis of bullshit biases. An all-knowing, almighty, forgiving, fatherly God respects regular, repetitive righteousness—regardless of religious views. And rightfully so, that same God refuses to respect recurrent ridiculousness and relentless retardation. If that doesn’t make sense to you, how could you ever understand the big, bad, beloved, allegedly brimming-with-baseless-babble Bible? And guys, about the “R” word, from my holy and never humble perspective, learning disabilities are completely common and particularly prevalent in politicians, dummies in dictatorial positions, nonsensical niggas, and racist retards. See, there it goes again, but this time, you recognize a repulsion reduction, right? Meaning, if the “R” word repulses you, you’re less repulsed if something more repulsive deserves disrespect, right? Racists really rub the righteous and the religious the wrong way, and that repulsion for racism resonates in a way that stops sympathy signals from reaching a racism-rejecting person as strongly as the deeply reverberating repulsion for racism. Essentially, the more you feel it, the more it resonates. That helps you recognize resonance better, doesn’t it? Well, I really, really resonate with the ingenious idea that one man can change mankind. Isn’t that what believers believe God is definitely doing all day, every day—rain, sleet, snow, sunny? If Christ can change anything, and believers believe that, and Christ has chosen champions, and said chosen champions have a captain, and that captain—a changer—can be juxtaposed to Jesus, who would that be today? Is it Kanye West aka “Yezuz,” or Sean Carter aka “Hov,” or Kendrick Lamar—a humble hip hop hero who gladly gives God the glory, or Jermaine Cole—a “Born Sinner” who champions Christ, or Kirk Franklin—a gospel guru, or some avaricious asshole preaching for profit, or the typical terrorizing tyrant with troubled thoughts and a Christ complex, or an insufferably inescapable internet influencer? Jesus was a carpenter who was pretty poor, right? Why can’t Black Jesus be a high school dropout from Decatur, GA, who has been an atheist since seven, and who has sinned some but repents religiously regardless of religion, and who is a bad-ass blogger who has been alluded to through hidden hints and “Easter Eggs” in “Rick and Morty,” “Solar Opposites,” and many mainstream movies, songs, and shows, and who has a big beef with the bitch-ass badge boys and country’s chief conspirators, and who you wouldn’t know if I weren’t in absolute alignment with what Christians could consider Christ’s calling for me? Again, guys, the algorithm ain’t send you here, and my solo site is a personal platform that ain’t social media. So, is my prophesied purpose promoting me and my destined dominance as a demon demolisher? Repeating as a reminder, this is happening here because it was always already happening. By the way, when I first referred to myself as “Christ’s chosen champion,” it was all about alliterations, and I wasn’t thinking about L-Boogie’s “Lost Ones” lyrics. Again, the resonance, or seemingly synchronized situations, is associated with alignment—parallelism. If I broke it down, which will happen as it aligns with everything else, like demons, I’d demolish your doubt! Anyhoo, while you’re eating your heart out, boo, this is for you. “And even though… she needs a golden calculator to divide… the time it takes to look inside and realize… that REAL guys… go for REAL down-to-Mars girls. I… know you like to think your shit don’t stank, but, lean a lil’ bit closer, see, roses really smell like boo-oo-oo.” What’s wrong with these bitches, Barbara Streisand? Nah, somebody tell Barbara Streisand I said hi, seriously. Would you damned demons like to know who my favorite actress is? It’s Claire Danes. That girl good! And yes, I am a negro, but my favorite actress doesn’t have to be black, bitch! That’s what’s wrong with y’all, you ig’nant! Shout-out to “Big Willie,” again, who knows who I am, too. Do you know the craziest thing about this story—my story? It’s a true story! And essentially everybody “important” is paying attention, to me, the high school dropout from Decatur, GA who blah, blah, blah, etc. If you want to know, yes, as an atheist, I believe that to believe or not to believe can change like Christians believe that Christ can change anything. And from what I’m seeing, hearing, experiencing every day, and resonating with, soon…
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