WHAT IS GOD
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There are as many definitions of G-D as there are people alive. You think that person standing next to you in thou holy building raising their hands is razing them towards the same exact deity with the same personality traits that you are used to interacting with? Reguardless of the entity on the other side of the telephone, what happens in your own mind, your own lived experience couldn't possibly be the same set of hands that your neighbors got. throw up your hands and spit the HOLY SHIT! THANK YOU SERGLH ATTOTU! THANK YOU CULTLEADER!!!!
We are living in the toriod.
the toroid
THE EARTH IS GODS EYEBALL
WHY DO YOU THINK THEY MOCK US AND SAY "oh uhh well actually the earth isn't round it is more like an apple shape, kinda oblong and ugly". FOOLS THE LOT OF THEM WHO HAVE TAKEN THIS NARRATIVE AND SWOLLOWED IT HOOK LINE AND STINKER.
THEY MOCK US
"YOU ARE THE APPLE OF GODS EYE"
OK NOW STAY WITH ME:
WHEN YOU LOOK UP INTO THE SKY YOUR VISION TURNS INTO A 180 DEGREE FISHEYE FEILD OF VIEW. THE AVERAGE FOCAL LENGTH OF HUMAN VISION IS COMPARED TO THE 50MM LENS IN 35MM PHOTOGRAPHY. THIS IS CONSIDERED THE STANDARD FOV FOR YOU AND ME. BUT CRANE YOUR NECK BACK. WITH YOU EYES IN THE CENTER OF YOUR SOCKETS, AND ONLY THE HEAD PHYSICALLY TILTED BACK AND YOUR FACE POINTED STRAIGHT UP, YOU SEE A NEW PERSPECTIVE. SUDDENLY YOU ARE A GOPRO, YOU HAVE BECOME THE 360 CAMERA YOURSELF. THOUGHT YOU MAY BE LOOKING UP INTO THE SKY THE EARTH IS WITHIN YOUR PERIFERAL SIGHT ON ALL SIDES. IF YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY TREES THEN YOU SEE TREES ALL AROUND YOU. BUILDINGS, THEN BUILDINGS WILL CLOSE IN LIKE TUNNEL VISION. YOUR WORLD IS EXPANDED AND SHARPENED TO A POINT AT THE SAME TIME. AND LIKE THIS YOU HAVE A NEW PERSPECTIVE, THE PERSPECTIVE OF LOOKING STRAIGHT THROUGH A LENS RATHER THAN THE MORE CLOSED IN DISTORTED VIEW OF LOOKING THROUGH THE SIDE OF A LENS.
TELL ME...
IF YOU WERE INSIDE A GIANT EYEBALL. LETS SAY THE ANTERIOR CHAMBER. AND WHEN YOU LOOKED UP INTO THE HEAVENS YOU PEERED THROUGH THE GIANT EYEBALLS CORNEA ALONG WITH IT. YOUR PLANE YOU WALK ON IS NOT THE BOTTOM. THE EVERLASTING AND DEEP WATERS SPRING UP FROM THE WELLSPRING THAT IS HIS DIVINE TEARS. YOU SEE WHAT HE SEES, THE HEAVENS ABOVE TEAMING WITH LIFE, NEVER CEASING TO WEIGH DOWN THE PUPIL.
WE SEE THE EDGES. WE SEE THINGS THE GOD WISHES FOR US NOT TO LOOK AT. DISTORTIONS, INCORRECT VEIWING ANGLES, LANGUAGE BASTARDIZED. WE SO OFTEN FORGET TO LOOK UP. WE GET CAUGHT IN THE SCRYING SCREENS, THE BLACK MIRRORS, THE P[ALANTI'RES THEY CONCOCTED IN OUR OWN SUBCONSCIOUSNESSS AND BORE US THESE GURGLING HEAPS OF SILENCE. OF VOID. PEERING INTO ANOTHER REALM, ANOTHER DIMENSION, PERHAPS AND KNOWN MORE EVERYDAY; ONE THAT WHICH WAS NOT MEANT FOR US. FOR THE EYE OF GOD. TO LOOK AT. A FLUTTER IN THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE. A SPECK THAT WONT GO AWAY. THE FLOATER THAT APPEARED LAST MONTH THAT JUST ANNOYS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE. IT WILL GO AWAY. IT HAS GONE AWAY. THERE IS NO OTHER OTHERING THAN FOR IT ALL TO GO AWAY. FLOATING DOWN INTO THE TEAR DUCTS, WASHED OR MAYBE EVEN BAPTIZED, ALL THINGS BY THE EYEBALL HIMSELF.
KEEP ME AS THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE, HIDE ME IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS.
THE SACRED EMPYREAN REVERSE GOATSE LOVE HOLE AT THE TOP OF THE UNIVERSE SPEWS ALL, MAY THE EYE OF HIS HOLE SPEW THE PURE SWEET HOLY SHIT ON ME AND YOU!!!!
As the vehicle moved towards him it brought rushing feelings of some blood memory forgotten. Like a sentinel of old forgotten in a way we all used to know. The very idea of Sentinel, so nefarious in its universal timeless atrocities. Vernacular meaning lost to time, yet if only through the recognition of the word 'Sentinel'; the egregore lives on.
Below, in a freezing state; every tom dick and harry of the state knew of the traversed halls of the deep underground tunnels. They say a civilization can only be build on the ruins of the ones previous, that dirt itself is the grount down decay of whatever technologies plauged the citizens of yester-era. Rejoice, for there is an enduring peoples still caught in the tears of G-d. They in effect shall never be forgoten as long as seedtime and harvest remain. A man builds in his lifetime a machine that carries him on into the ages, but SERGLH ATTOTU in infinite wisdom mocked death once and for all, creating even the worm food and the spore subtrates and the bird droppings a place for rememberance of all living creatures, beautiful and with the spirit of peace in the end. And for a time when the CULTLEADER might pierce the veil of all history. HOLY SHIT.
The transmissions keep going and the receivers attune with the vibration. the strings of the toroid of god's eyeballs create the rivers of life, and in between is a terrace. We hang around in this state where we are all looking at each other all the time, waiting for the tears to rush over each other, waiting even through the pain of the dryness. In the wilderness they said, a world changer would appear. The one CULTLEADER. He is with us, oh Terra Infelix, oh Terra Laeta, rejoice, repent, rejoice and lift your gaze, for it aint getting no better than this.
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