Trust takes time to build when every everyday Earthling experiences bad beating good regularly and repetitively. Personally, I don’t trust the air anywhere human heathens have habitats, let alone trusting the trust-exploiting, time-wasting hellish heathens themselves. Which queues the query, who would Jesus trust if remarkably resurrected after accepting and appreciating that jealous, Judas-like Earthlings exist everywhere? Trusting too much, too soon, or too freely in a war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world will wreck anyone’s ability to trust “too” anything again. And for the irritable idiots and open observers of only obvious occurrences, don’t “duh” details that validate vigilance and should serve as helpful hints to those torn between believing bullshitters to go along and get along and blocking bullshit from further tearing down their ability to trust. For the record, for the umpteenth time, I’m smarter than y’all! Fortunately for fools, you don’t need the Feds following and fucking with you forever, or for a foul, fucked-up friend-turned-foe to figuratively fuck you, to learn a valuable life lesson about trust. And to keep this super simple, if you’re accepting and appreciating awesome advice, try to only trust those who trust that trusting anyone, anywhere, at any time should take time. Then, try to never tell those trustworthy people how much you trust them with words, just allow actions to show your acceptance and appreciation, because those who trust that trust takes time should never fully trust you, and vice versa. Do you understand? Actions speak louder than words, and that’s true because demonstrations do much more for explaining than instructions without illustrations, right? Again, ain’t nobody taught me shit, I’m simply living and learning, witnessing and wondering, digging deep and discovering. Examine, evaluate, embrace, and enjoy every everyday Earthing experience—try to see stuff for what it is. The country’s chief conspirators, who control content’s commonality through Earthling exploitation and mass manipulation, don’t want casual citizens completing cycles that constrict their capacity to control. For instance, educations in America are deliberately designed to indoctrinate servile students with the idiotic idea that the goofy-ass government’s complete control over their “free” lives is for the greater good. Public schools build workforce warriors and freedom fighters who stay “sick and tired” but refuse to reject rules and regulations that they were taught to respect and reinforce, despite them regularly and repetitively energetically exercising their practically pointless “right” to talk tough to the mindless motherfuckers making them mad. Standing still ain’t a solution to wasting time and wanting trust, Juicy Jasmine and friends. Oh, y’all can “walk and chew gum at the same time,” well, what the figgity fuck does that have to do with what’s wrong with the world? Can you try resisting, revolting, and respecting the most rebellious revolutionary’s resolutions simultaneously? You know, I think it’s incontrovertibly impossible for the goofy-ass government to un-goofy the goofy-ass government. Dummies with degrees imagining the impressive impact that their typical, traditional trend-following will have and planning to participate in playing politics with the world’s worst weirdos for fun and pretend “power” sounds like servile students’ dream, right? That’s why politicians are so petty and puerile, they don’t learn—like kooky kids. Admittedly, powerful people make me want more, too. However, we’re not the same. You’re either what witnesses want to be or a wannabe—someone who wants to be what witnesses want to be. And what we’re witnessing with me may never happen again. Which queues the query, why would God sacrifice his sinner-saving son for sinners who wouldn’t save the Savior? Was that a logic-lacking loss—a life-ending, life-altering life lesson—that God required in the painful, painstaking process of making mankind more like him? And if the Main Man makes major mistakes, why would he expect everyone else to portray the perfection that he makes incontrovertibly impossible? I mean, allegedly, humans have the holiest head honcho’s likeness, correct? Likeness can be appearances or attributes, physical or psychological, form or fashion, etc. So, we’re imperfect because God’s got issues—continued cycles and perpetuated problems—that everyday Earthlings regularly, repetitively reflect? Do y’all think enough? The conspirators and co-conspirators don’t want to be saved, Your Honor! So… what would a contemporary Christ do? Personally, as I’ve accepted the solo mission of Christ’s chosen champion, I would raise hell! I can’t stop being me, Your Honor. And these measly, mindless motherfuckers ain’t on my motherfuckin’ level! Your Honor, to retract a regrettable remark from years ago, as the weak-ass weirdos can’t comprehend the concept of change and think that they’re proving a point by quoting my old shit in allusive attacks and subliminal slights, I won’t say there’s “no more mister nice guy.” Instead, I’ll say that politely pulverizing petty, puerile, pathetic, performance-preferring, problem-preserving, predictable pattern-perpetuating people’s hollowed heads into concentrated cranium powder, metaphorically speaking, is a dear desire of mine. And soon…
Omniscience