I don’t think I am the biblical AntiChrist. I am far too ugly for that jazz. The real antichrist is supposed to look better than Brad Pitt’s Cloney Love child! But seriously, the bible’s version of the antichrist is sooo morbid. I just don’t get why people have so much biblical passion when most of the good stuff in the story talks about the myriad of ways to humans will be killed.

My version of the antichrist is literal. One that looks back into what Jesus said about the “first becoming last and last becoming first”. Also he said something about “the slave” rising up etc…

Well here’s a poem I wrote about the rise…

Ghetto Gates is on the rise!
So rise up! You’re the surprise.

As the next star famous from the internet.
Don’t you forget! You can make money from it!

Sell some stuff or let fans add the best.
Blip your video and measure your success.

You got the luck to make someone a buck.

So flip that old school script!
Everyone is going to get blip’d!

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So anyway, I guess I am only the antichrist in my own head. Meaning, I know that this universe is all based on a duality from the smallest to the biggest. It is IMPOSSIBLE to name anything that does not depend on only one other to exist. Without The Christ, you cannot have The AntiChrist. Without Christ being born into the home of a master carpenter, you cannot have the Antichrist being born into the home of _____ (you fill in the blank). For me, that blank is the slave. The slave is figurative and literal. Jews were a people with a liniage of slavery. From Slave to Jew was a short distance in time that lead to the common knowledge of Jews being a lesser people of the day. In modern times, we can clearly ignore Jews as being a people with a liniage of slavery because the time distance between Slave to Jew is just too great to be meaningful any longer. Oh don’t get me wrong, Jews are still oppressed in many ways by many groups of people. But this oppression is diluted in the modern error to exist as a mental oppression that can easily be overcome by just claiming to be “white”. Hence, the slave of the modern error has to be the opposite for Jesus is the Light of the world and the Great white light indeed was right. For the light that shines so bright it produces a blindness of the soul. When the soul is blinded by the light, people scatter. Movement. Change. etc… There is nothing so great as the gospel of Jesus as the mechanics to move a monkey off the tree and into the office of a global culture focused on a single event that binds a planet together through the motivator of fear.

All I am simply saying is that there exists a duality and you can uncover the secrets to life and the eternal if you just use math to look at the societal beliefs which define progress. So if Adam fucked us up then you have to imagine that the equation of life’s progress has to resolve itself within the same context of time.

So the equation would look like this:

(Eve fucks Adam) balances (Adam Fucks Eve)

(God Fucks Man) balances (Man Fucks Woman)

(God Fucks Woman) balances (Man Fucks Jesus)

(Jesus Fucks Man) balances (Man fucks Man)

so that’s where we are at today… I would like to say I am confident I know how the equation will end but I would be outright lying. However, what I do know is this:

1. There 1 single universal mental mechanism that seems to literally bind every person, place and object that you can see to each other.

2. I am at the very beginining of this discovery and have proved it to my friends and to strangers and it seems supernatural but it’s really just “there” because it defines what is natural.

3. I am still crying and I cannot stop the tears and it’s so fucking embarrassing I wonder why I cannot stop crying everytime I feel “truth”.

4. Truth is very specific. It’s so specific it’s really spooky. I have no doubt that what I am doing will be hailed as the greatest discovery next to discovering the different forms of life on earth and eslewhere in the universe.  Truth is timeless, and what makes me cry a lot is how weird and accurate the Mayan kin 123 has saved my life when I realized I should follow my kin. Who the hell would know that I would literally use mathmatics and “the way people work” to literally, and I mean literally “protect my journey”. I am so fucking poor right now homeless people have more money than me. Yet, I can get on the internet for free (for now) and live in an apartment for nearly 6 months for free (for now) and no one is giving me shit. The only ones who gave me money was my business partners who graciously believe in blip’d.  I am nothing without them. But the truth is that I am overwhelmed by the amount of luck I have around me and the fact that I know I am protected. I can only think that in the 2 times I have witnessed mysteries from people who seemed to be just darn angelic in their ability to speak truth, I have been forced to witness god using me to do his will for a purpose greater than you or me.

This great purpose I have not fully resolved yet. I am like a child learning to speak and I may say some insanely crazy things sometimes but mark my words, I will do some fucking amazing shit when I am 33 years old. I was told by a wise psychic that I am growing stronger every day. Although everyday I do not feel strong. But honestly, when one realizes and tests extensively an ability to “know everything” without even knowing why this knowledge is in him, then one has to wonder that his enlightenment is from god. My tears flow so hard sometimes when I write shit like this it makes me scared because I can’t control it even if I wanted to stop crying. I can only think that the tears has to do with sending and receiving information. If god is using me, then like an orange, I am being squeezed with spirit.  I cry because if you knew that there was a single way of thinking that connects everyone to everything and everything to everyone then you would cry too at all the time we wasted living and dying as monkeys instead of enjoying life as a human.

I think that’s the worst part about my tears. Right now I am ashamed of them because I am worried about crying in public. People automatically assume you are a nut case when you can cry on the spot because the words you say make you so emotional it becomes hard to say them. The most amazing part is that if you really stop and listened to what I have to say and experienced the proof of the truth that I have discovered then you will see that all the negative things we go through from the smallest argument to not understanding your husband to fighting over weapons that just aren’t there are literally pointless. The sadness I feel so overwhelmed with is because I don’t have any way to tell people that this code brings world peace and planetary harmony because it defines the way we use energy as a soul within a body and a body is matter and does matter.

So who the fuck am I if I know this code is real and I can prove it to anyone in minutes.

Like an angry child throwing a tantrum I get so mad because I cry, because I am too smart, because I am so extremely alone in this world, save one true friend, Rahn, and because I don’t know where I am going but only the key frames of my future that unfoldes without end as the greatest modern destinty.

What kind of world do I live in that doesn’t know who it is and where it is going or where it is now? It’s the world of 0. In this world, god, the source is prominent because from 0 we eventually become 1.  Simply put, this planet is directly guided to glory by god. It’s the chosen planet. The planet that everyone else will learn from because 1 civilization sacrificed itself many times over to experience the quickness of every aspect of experiencing so the rest can rise from their safely in logic towards the elegance of an eternal emotional existence.

Listen to your voice.  The language you speak is a technology of the soul.

On a deeper personal note, when I become successful, and this crazy blog diary becomes headlines. I think the greatest person I will ever meet, will be the person who uncovers my true spritual identity. Not any person that I was in a previous life, Not Howard Hughes, Not Leonardo da Vinci, Not Ghengis Kahn..not any of those. If you can discover the identity of my soul before I do or in the event that I am unable to find the name of my soul then I will truly be your servant for the gift of that knowledge escapes and torments me because of the knowledge and wisdom I know and amaze myself and others without any idea how and where they come from. I wish I could say god came to me in a vision and shit or that I am doing some voodoo mumbo jumbo. But I am not. All I can say is that deja vu and intuition are prevelant in my life as my left hand is to my right hand. I just accept it. My mind and my computer are my true friends because in the end, I can think of the my last words on the day I know I am going to die and in your end, you will be aware of these words through the miracle of computers.