“I’m living in the future, so my present is my past. My presence is a present, kiss my ass!” Manifestation may be a confusing concept if God’s greatest glizzy glazers and gonad gobblers have made manifesting seem supernatural or magical, but science shows that causation—the aftermath of all actions or “cause and effect”—causes consequences that are directly derivative of all affected actions. In other words, every action has an opposite and equal reaction. For instance, physically punching people in fist fights prompts pain and puts pressure on each part punched and each part punching—effectively exposing both the striker and the stricken to injuries even if the striker isn’t counterstricken by the stricken. If you look at life like critical consequences could come from even assumed appropriate actions, like fighting for freedom or fighting fairly during personal problems, you may find fighting futile. If punching people hurts hands, is definitely dangerous, is regularly and repetitively retaliated against, and is illegal in criminal cases, what woes are worth worse woes consequently caused by causation? Remember, stop listening to stupid motherfuckers, as foolish folks feel hurt, harmed, and are highly hostile toward and often offended by ordinary occurrences that don’t call for chaos or conflict. Craziness is crazily contagious. Which queues the query, how many of your friends are fake as fuck? Because telling the truth isn’t popular among popular people, obviously, as fake folks fabricate falsehoods. Plus, plenty of podcasters, politicians, and popular people are connected to the collaborating collective of co-conspirators in the crazy conspiracy centered on me, right? So, I’m just sayin’, like, how the fuck are all y’all fake as fuck? But whatever. Is there anything that objective observers would conclude is clarifying if currently confused? Basically, I’m Beau Amoureux, the center of the craziest conspiracy in human history and the main character in the greatest story ever told. And when I tell y’all how many times this same story has been told, will you be a believer? Still confused? That’s that damned dirty dog the Devil in you, get him out! What if all the allusive attacks and subliminal slights are meant to make skeptics see something easily explainable that shows something’s suspicious about “reality?” Y’all, I know exactly what’s happening here. For now, let’s simply say that if I had a superpower, it would be showing skeptics simple shit that demolishes doubt and disbelief. If you want to know what I know, that nobody else knows, and that nobody will believe until I show skeptics something simple to demolish their doubt and disbelief, tell the Feds to take that text as a testament to my deity-like doubt-and-disbelief-demolishing powers. Man… when I tell y’all that this shit is overly over, goddamn it, goodness gracious, get a grip! There’s infinite irony in the fact that simple-minded simpletons generally see simple shit as something to be skeptical about—as if simplicity signifies suspiciousness. That’s a stupid supposition, ain’t it? Hell is hot, water’s wet, even chewy cookies can crumble, famous folks are fake as fuck, hateful humans conspire to cover up crimes and craziness, etcetera, etcetera. Anyhoo, some people perpetually pay prices and punish themselves to get good with God. Monks torture themselves thinking that they’re mastering their minds and gaining God-like wisdom, Christians contribute cash to churches to make mere mortals and middle men multi-millionaires—as if preaching isn’t plainly a paid profession, imbeciles impersonate a wonderful writer while stupidly supposing that graduating to godliness is as simple as stealing styles and stories, etcetera, etcetera. What if heightening your headspace, or coming closer to Christ, is as simple as relaxing, reflecting, repenting, reforming, and realizing that this reality is recreational in the supreme scheme of things? Y’all, what if I know, for a full fuckin’ fact, that I’m literally evolving? What if doubt and disbelief is demolishing your determination to do the same? What if we don’t know shit? What if reality is rarely real? What if freedom is more mental than reality-related? Do y’all want to know the most maddening part of becoming a truly powerful person? It’s that I know that you already know the truth, but reality reflects something so simple that the answers you’re looking for and frequently find seem so simple that they’re too good to be true. Then, reality tells you to “believe half of what you see and none of what you hear.” So, what the fuck do you believe, right? You believe in me! What if Jesus wants to return within me? What if Jesus is trying to tell the world, through the crazy conspiracy centered on me, that believing in me is believing in God? In that case, if you don’t believe in me, are you sure you’re still seeking the Savior’s return? This is some simple-ass shit, ain’t it? What the fuck more can I say without showing y’all something that’s sure to start a wildly wicked world war? I’ll keep this simple, oblige or be obliterated! And soon…
Omniscience