Atheism ain’t always an admission of someone’s intense indignation or pessimistic perspective caused by regular, repetitive setbacks and stagnation that said someone sees as proof of God’s nonexistence or absence. Sometimes, pure logic leads inquisitive individuals to clear conclusions—or so they think. Admittedly, I’ve been shown suspicious signs all my life—itching to intellectualize inexplainable instances of illusive intervention. With that, at this point, I can’t continue denying that a higher power possesses power over everyday Earthlings and their lives without being dishonest. Still, “God” is a time-honored title that I think subverts such misinterpreted, misunderstood, and misrepresented power. Y’all, I know the truth, as said higher power presents proof to me at will and upon request. And if I told the total truth, then presented proof, people probably still wouldn’t believe it. But what I can confidently confirm is that “God” has lost faith in even the faithful. Your God is disappointed, discouraged, and detached, but open, observant, and obviously omnipresent. Simplicity should suffice for explaining how to escape endlessly exhausting everyday Earthling experiences, but they’re endless because—like I always say—stupid people complicate simple things and smart people simplify complicated things. The problem is, stupidity’s sustained surplus shuts smart people out of everything essential for simplifying life. Needless to say, nothing makes sense because nonsense is normalized by nonsensical nitwits, numbskulls, and nincompoops. Now, because you’re already aware of that, accept and admit that you’re the problem! Because everybody’s stupid! If politics as a practice was practical or perfected, wouldn’t I be the perfect practical politician? Do you know why I’d never be a politician—even though all your favorite government goofballs and geeks get giddy at the thought of working alongside me? It’s because I’m smart enough to know, for a full fuckin’ fact, that politics—as a practice—is not necessary. That’s why the stupid shit doesn’t work! If I explained this, everyone would ultimately understand, but I won’t, because that’s an expensive-ass explanation. Y’all, “God” wants me to have your undivided attention for a reason, and to keep it super simple, I’m smarter and stronger than y’all. Do you know why a mega mind and mental might are indisputably important in a war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world? Well, the answer’s in the question. Does anyone want to prove that they’re not a weak-ass wimp? Again, simply say my name on a public platform. You can’t do it! Kash Patel, tell them why. Do any of y’all know what freedom feels like? No, you don’t. And I know that, also for a full fuckin’ fact, because you don’t know your God’s real role in the supreme scheme of things. Like I said, you don’t do what Jesus would do, do you? Still, again, if I see the symbolism of an imprisoned mind in Christ’s crown of thorns, was the sacrificial son a suffering slave—far from freedom? Think about that. “Either let me fly, or give me death! Let my soul rest, take my breath! If I don’t fly, I’ma die anyway! I’ma live on but I’ll be gone any day!” Does dying send your soul soaring or sinking? What if we’re not supposed to die? What if keeping your soul or spirit strong lengthens your life—even if your body is wrecked, weak, weary, and withering? Think about that, too. In being totally transparent, “Lady,” I dreamt about you last night, and it was innocent and involuntary. We were on some street, I was sitting on a bench being Beau, and you walked by acting as if you didn’t want my attention. So, I ignored you. Then, you got in your car—a big, boxy, black station wagon—and drove behind me. To be nice, I turned around and said, “Bye!”, and you said, “Hi!”. Then, it ended. What if my mission, that has several stages, requires me to free another mind? What if I’m choosing your mind to free? What if consciousness is like “the cloud,” with memories and imagined moments stored and shareable through the air? What if your thoughts triggered my dream? Because prior to sleeping, I was thinking about physics. The first time I knew—or basically began to believe—that “God” gave me a “gift,” I was about 10. Someone pissed me off, and right before bed, I was wishing the worst for that motherfucker. When I woke up the next morning, I got news that the person had coincidentally collapsed at work. That’s a true story! They’re still alive, and as they’re reading this, they’re realizing something shockingly significant. “Lady,” repeating for resonance, I have much more control than anyone assumes. I know I said that I wouldn’t say anything else about you, but I’m free, bae—what can I say. Nah, you know what, I may or may not tell people who you are in the next published post. Why? Well, favor ain’t fair. Your God’s the big boundary breaker, I’m just a man on a mission. I’m trying to be like water and go with the flow. Remember, this is real. Neither of us are crazy. And soon…
Omniscience