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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2024 11:19 am
yours or mine, it all has to go through the grinder, through his brain, and be sorted into 20 compartments. If it doesn’t get sorted into 20 compartments, it’s an error. And he does everything to finish the project. That’s the kind of person he is – a program. He’s simply a program. And there are many different entities like this. There’s another relative, with a completely different situation. Imagine he just wants to play with someone, like a child, to play. And if someone takes an interest in his balls or blocks, then it’s a holiday for him, and that’s it. That’s the most important thing in life. Everything else is just background noise. And from this stems everything – what drives him, what motivates him, and so on. It means he’s more inclined to be friends with people who also like to play or support his toy-related interests. So, even if he’s motivated to work or earn money, it’s only to buy those toys. That’s how it works. And what I’ve realized is that there are people driven by fears and problems, illnesses, or shortcomings. And then there are others who aren’t really people – they’re more like entities with a certain program to fulfill, but they are completely protected. They feel everything. They are fearless, unlike most people. They just live, that’s all. It’s like they live without question, fulfilling each of their functions. But they don’t even know this – they’re simply part of the system, and they don’t even realize it. That’s how I see it.
And I’ve noticed this, that I’ve become even more spiritual, though it sounds clumsy to say so. I’ve started seeing everything differently, absolutely everything. It’s as if all the other variations of me, where I was spiritual or an entity of sorts, were still limited in some way, viewed from a certain angle. Some functions were more prominent, while others were not. But now, it’s as if I’m more of a sober “zero” than ever before. I noticed this yesterday. And what’s funny is that I started feeling those old sensations again, the memories that I’ve been like this before. I was like this when I wrote my first books, “The Answer” and “The Path”, back in 2008-2010. Back then, I could sit at home, and just by thinking of someone or seeing them online, I would immediately start feeling, thinking, and seeing like them. I knew everything they wanted at that moment, what they were definitely feeling, yes or no. I felt as though I became them. And if someone was talking about me to someone else, I could immediately feel it and even see the person who was speaking or thinking about me. I could call and ask, “Why are you discussing me with someone?” Back then, this happened often – what one might call miracles. And I didn’t know what it was. I wasn’t doing it on purpose. But I remember feeling that people were somewhere there,
And I’ve noticed this, that I’ve become even more spiritual, though it sounds clumsy to say so. I’ve started seeing everything differently, absolutely everything. It’s as if all the other variations of me, where I was spiritual or an entity of sorts, were still limited in some way, viewed from a certain angle. Some functions were more prominent, while others were not. But now, it’s as if I’m more of a sober “zero” than ever before. I noticed this yesterday. And what’s funny is that I started feeling those old sensations again, the memories that I’ve been like this before. I was like this when I wrote my first books, “The Answer” and “The Path”, back in 2008-2010. Back then, I could sit at home, and just by thinking of someone or seeing them online, I would immediately start feeling, thinking, and seeing like them. I knew everything they wanted at that moment, what they were definitely feeling, yes or no. I felt as though I became them. And if someone was talking about me to someone else, I could immediately feel it and even see the person who was speaking or thinking about me. I could call and ask, “Why are you discussing me with someone?” Back then, this happened often – what one might call miracles. And I didn’t know what it was. I wasn’t doing it on purpose. But I remember feeling that people were somewhere there,