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| Everything and everyone with a Soul belongs to Me. |
Jesus went to Hell. He saw the Central Sun, the heart of all things burning the critters living in its bowels. Full of smoke and brimstone. Rivers of a dark golden hue, flowing thru in and out of all the orifices of those bodies inhabiting its miasma and wonderful chasms without number; the 16 under ground flights, which flourish in the earth's underbelly.
Why would God create this horrendous world, and to top it off, a mammal from clay imprisoning his very own miraculous image on dirt? Providing it with his own breath? Making it move with his consciousness? Elated in the mud!
And Jesus put on a spectacle wearing mortel clothes, to go to the middle earth to redeem his own outward substantial essence in an abysmal pool of laughter and celestial relief.
All and nothing belongs to me. Death and life and unfortunately all the bad things furnishing the great hollow decorum.
Why would I be afraid of what is of my own making, a result of my own doing?
Is there really anything that could exist and yet not be mine, of which I would not be the only one not responsible?
Ô mankind is so vainglorious. A true warrior so proud, so sure of himself, resembling only me!
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| Nothing divided in the center of the World. |
