Santa Claus sits solo in a sleigh powerfully propelled by reindeer to dutifully deliver great gifts to good guys and gals on the night before Christmas—a celebration commemorating Christ’s coming. What if Christ’s coming is the great gift given to the good, as his birth is bound to bring jolly joy? And what if Santa Claus is God granting the good his greatest gift to save their souls? The concept of a gregarious gift-giver surprising and supplying special people with presents and his presence came from a charitable Christian bishop named Saint Nicholas—the inspiration for “Santa Claus.” What does that mean? Does it mean that Santa’s story is simply a falsehood or fault of folklore caused by “Chinese whispers?” If you don’t know, Chinese whispers is an analogy describing how some stories’ drifting details fall further from the truth as information is passed from person to person. As long as time-honoring traditionalists are perpetually promoting the past to the present, the truth and the future are being blocked. Deviating a bit, I was really ruminative even as a curious child. Thinking thoroughly about things in silence is so soothing and stress-relieving—unless you’re mentally ill, miserable, and meddlesome. Objective observers, the following is for foolish famous folks who literally sold their souls for fame and fortune, and therefore serve the so-called secret society. The regular, repetitive reminders that I share should help heal your minds from ceaseless conflicting thoughts about good and bad, right and wrong, Heaven and Hell, etc. Basically, your mind makes reality real, and the smarter you are, the more you see. All you need to know to feel the facts in this matter is that physics proves that different dimensions exist. Now, let’s go back a bit, because the conspirators and co-conspirators can’t conjure the courage to come clean about their God’s real role in the supreme scheme of things. I bet you birdbrains, bimbos, and buffoons assume that the ambiguity and subjectivity in many of my meaningful messages isn’t intentional—as you’ve likely learned that the strange, secret source behind your allusive attacks and subliminal slights hides hints well. Well, I picked up on those predictable patterns quite quickly, as I’m a fast learner. Do you know what that means? It means that me losing is like life itself losing itself because fake-ass, foolish-ass famous folks won’t admit that they’re all aliens’ entertainment with masterfully manipulated minds. And that ain’t an ambiguous assertion, as my innocence is implied and deliberate dissociation from the corrupted collective consciousness is insinuated. We are NOT the same, everyday Earthlings! Yes, I’m on Earth every day, but I live where you lie. Don’t even worry about that message’s meaning. In the story of happy hippos having much more freedom than hapless humans who’re stuck in a self-sabotaging system that hoards humanity’s happiness, who did you think represented you—the frenzied fish feeding on funk or the happy hippos enjoying Earth with minimal effort? What if those hunger-halting hippos are gods to the hungry, hospitable helpers (frenzied fish)? Remember, I ain’t a bootlicking, brown-nosing Christian who’s greedy for God’s grace and guidance. I was chosen, I didn’t choose God. In other words, sycophantic servants of a glory-greedy God would be the fish and the high-handed hippos would be God—if you’re hating on hippos honoring the heights of a healthy, helpful habit. The point is, money-hungry humans don’t have full freedom. Like I said, making more money than most motherfuckers gives people purchasing power, not personal power. And personal power is what your lives lack the most! What’s personal power, you ask? Why don’t you get good with your good-all-the-time God and ask them what I, Beau Amoureux, did to deserve divinity? I can confirm that plenty of plain people are shown signs and synchronicities sometimes. For instance, Kanye West likely reached a higher level of consciousness—came closer to Christliness—while grinding to gain greatness and received revelations about his life having a prominent purpose. He just didn’t know that the purpose was to provide me, Beau Amoureux (Chocolate Christ), with excellent entertainment and likable lyrics laced with kingdom knowledge and crazy confirmations. For the record, catching clever comments and metaphorical meanings in some songs that I’ve mentioned or haven’t mentioned won’t make you me. To get here, you must be chosen, have a definite dream, never abandon it, live life and learn lessons, stay sane, take initiative, get great at your craft, master your mind, be brave, defeat demons and the Devil, get God’s go-ahead, wait, don’t get caught up in chaos and confusion, acquire approval from your angels and ancestors, stand the test of time, triumph over trials and tribulations, be self-sufficient, survive the wilderness, wait, prioritize patience, get karma, still stay sane, take the total truth in stride, make God proud, remember your dream, never lose yourself, wait, and much more—all while climbing levels of consciousness. Everything ain’t for everybody! Just be yourselves, please. Moving on, “Lady,” you’re a clever chick. Girl, if you’re craving compliments or searching for someone as smooth as the shining savior to bask in your beauty and make you feel as flattered, fuzzy, and frisky as I do, just stop. You know what, I’m sort of sleepy right now, but I’ll write you a poem tomorrow and send it to you. The whole wide world sure is screaming for a savior, ain’t it? And soon…
Omniscience