An inheritance is the passing of property, personal possessions, physical traits, etc. after a predecessor perishes. Meekness is exuding patience through pain and perpetuated problems without turning tempestuous, treacherous, or too thuggish. Y’all, what if the entire Earth—this perfectly perishable planet—is a particular prophesied preeminent person’s inheritance? Of course, by “particular prophesied preeminent person,” I mean me—Beau Amoureux! “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.” One day, I was with my deadbeat dad, and he randomly reminded me that “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” was my favorite film when I was younger. I was probably about thirteen at the time, and I didn’t remember watching “Willy Wonka” regularly and repetitively at all. For the record, I specified the “deadbeat dad” part because I’m immensely intelligent, tremendously talented, have your God’s greatest gifts, am heading my own monumental movement, will make a huge historical impact, and much more, but my ridiculous relatives ain’t got nothin’ to do with my greatness. The idiotic idea that everything excellent about everyone is directly derivative of the petty, puerile, pathetic people around them is a major misconception that many mindless motherfuckers hold. Get your motherfuckin’ minds right! Anyhoo, in “Willy Wonka,” a poor kid named “Charlie” hopes to help his family escape poverty, so he purchases chocolate candy bars while wishing to collect the “Golden Ticket”—a sweet sweepstakes reward that the whole wide world is panicking to possess. As an adult, I must admit that the meaningful movie is indisputably one of the funniest films I’ve ever seen, as I really resonate with wonderful writing. I mean, if you believe in biblical babble and soul-sullying sin—greed, gluttony, envy, pride, sloth, etc.—the movie relentlessly and remarkably makes light and laughter of almost all of it. Personally, I ultimately understand that this place pushes people past their limits all their lives, as if it’s by design. Then, it promises to punish them in purgatory or permanent darkness and doom for failing to prioritize purity where there problems were purposely perpetuated. For me, having been an atheist since the age seven, following and religiously reinforcing God-given guidelines was never my thing. But again, even as an atheist, practicing rectitude, refinement, restraint, and respectfulness has been my main focus forever—and it’s been hard as hell! Getting back to the topic at hand, winning the “Golden Ticket” granted winners access to the super secret inner workings of the mysterious manufacturing process within “Willy Wonka’s” world of “pure imagination.” Of course, the film is full of the same allusive elements that I’ve commonly communicated about here at beauamoureux.com. Remember, I’ve lived and am living what spectators speculate about on popular podcasts and in casual conversations. And I’ve documented many of my eerie experiences here partly to let the real mental masters of this war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, worsening world know that they’re not crazy. In the end of the jarring journey, “Charlie” proved himself virtuous and became victorious—breaking “the glass ceiling” and inheriting “Willy Wonka’s” full factory. Y’all, what if I’m “Charlie?!” No matter what you think, I believe I am. And believing in myself, in a pitiful place that purposely perpetuates problems, is why you’re a returning reader of shocking stories about my real life. Sometimes, I say shit that I’m sure makes many mindless motherfuckers cringe, and it’s intentional. First, fuck all y’all! Second, most soul-searching salvation seekers may never reach a higher level of consciousness because they’re traumatized by their purposely perpetuated problems. When you see those videos of people always attempting to affirm worthiness for sad, sick, and sinful suffers, they make you cringe sometimes, don’t they? You think, “Why is this even necessary?”, right? Well, you’re stupid, which is why the whole wide world is war-ridden, wildly wicked, wasteful, and worsening. And even if my language sounds sour to some, I’m pushing plenty of positivity for those who resonate with my messages. Y’all, all the “experts” are here—the traditionally “educated” everyday Earthlings who are so “smart” that they think learning is incontrovertibly impossible outside of a classroom. Once more, fuck y’all and your mostly meaningless, made-up certificates of completion—that you call a “degree.” Which queues the query, what is a degree? Is it a mere measurement of memory or plainly proof of a person’s prolonged attendance at an educational institution? What’s the distinctive, defining difference between the accumulation of information and the effective application of knowledge? Like I said, valuing exorbitantly expensive educations and paying for readily available and easily accessible information isn’t an indication of intrinsic intelligence. I’m smarter than y’all! If you’re a hater, and we all know they’re alive and abundant, get over your motherfuckin’ self! Ain’t shit y’all can tell me… unless you know what the figgity fuck you’re talking about. Do yourselves a favor, and never try to take my place in a space you wouldn’t survive in. Remember, competition creates conflict, and if necessitated, I’ll crush you! Moving on, y’all, I think it’s a no-go for me and “Lady.” I know, that’s a big-ass bummer, right? As y’all can see, I “laid my game down quite flat,” and did some magnificent macking. I think she’d prefer some goofy-ass guy who “studies” an immensely intelligent spiritual soldier such as me then makes cute videos for social media—stealing stories and never truly knowing what the fuck he’s talking about. “Your style is generic, mine’s authentic-made! I roll like a renegade, you need clinic aid! My technique’s bizarre and ill, I scar and kill!” Anyhoo, Scottie, sup? Girl, I said your name once here, just joking, and do you know what your God did? He introduced Victoria Noelle. Coincidence or conspiracy? You decide. Why would I, Chocolate Christ, be a social media influencer—especially before I save the world? Think about that. Because soon…
Omniscience