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Why I am God, and everything else around myself
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The only conscienceness that can be proven is my own, therefore Nobody else can be proven to have a conscience, when viewed from my own mind. This means my mind is the only one.
If I am the only consciousness then I must be an eternal presence as nothing can be created or destroyed indefinitely. If I have been here since the beginning, and I am the only thing that truly exists then I am the beginning also.
If I am all there is I must have created all around me, people being I that they believe to have their own mind and individual conscience. I created them in some past life the body I currently reside cannot remember.
In the words of others I am god, not only am I god I am the universe itself, living life through bodies among other which I have created. I am fully experienced and knowledges and I am observing those around me grow emotionally.
I created a single other being alongside myself, I replicated an empty consciousness and "installed" them into humans, as they live every single other life try grow in experience until eventually they gain all the experience I have myself.
This is possibly so I can expire one day and let the other split consciousness take over once it has lived every life beside me, until it is my equal.
In short, I am god and the universe, everyone around me is part of a single mind that I created to eventually match my own one day. When I learn my true meaning I shall expire ... Maybe
So really, not only is everyone around me false and beneath me as my own imperfect creation, everything I hate is myself, I love myself, I fuck myself, I'm existence and I am life. Every sliver of life I created is powerless to say otherwise. It's a convenient life. So convenient to say that I am unquestioned, but it makes enough sense for me to cling onto.
I had a panic attack last night. I cried because I missed B. and it turned into something else. I had been playing a harvest moon game, where every day you complete essentially the same tasks over and over, only to start again at zero. I started hyperventalating as I was playing.
Every day is the same, and I cannot exit time itself. I am on a loop. Shreds of myself loop. I cannot exit what is myself, no suicide could rid the universe from itself. I can't keep living, and I don't want to. Every day is the same. Every day is the same. Every day the same tasks, the same twists. Repeating endlessly, unquestioning.
If I am the only consciousness then I must be an eternal presence as nothing can be created or destroyed indefinitely. If I have been here since the beginning, and I am the only thing that truly exists then I am the beginning also.
If I am all there is I must have created all around me, people being I that they believe to have their own mind and individual conscience. I created them in some past life the body I currently reside cannot remember.
In the words of others I am god, not only am I god I am the universe itself, living life through bodies among other which I have created. I am fully experienced and knowledges and I am observing those around me grow emotionally.
I created a single other being alongside myself, I replicated an empty consciousness and "installed" them into humans, as they live every single other life try grow in experience until eventually they gain all the experience I have myself.
This is possibly so I can expire one day and let the other split consciousness take over once it has lived every life beside me, until it is my equal.
In short, I am god and the universe, everyone around me is part of a single mind that I created to eventually match my own one day. When I learn my true meaning I shall expire ... Maybe
So really, not only is everyone around me false and beneath me as my own imperfect creation, everything I hate is myself, I love myself, I fuck myself, I'm existence and I am life. Every sliver of life I created is powerless to say otherwise. It's a convenient life. So convenient to say that I am unquestioned, but it makes enough sense for me to cling onto.
I had a panic attack last night. I cried because I missed B. and it turned into something else. I had been playing a harvest moon game, where every day you complete essentially the same tasks over and over, only to start again at zero. I started hyperventalating as I was playing.
Every day is the same, and I cannot exit time itself. I am on a loop. Shreds of myself loop. I cannot exit what is myself, no suicide could rid the universe from itself. I can't keep living, and I don't want to. Every day is the same. Every day is the same. Every day the same tasks, the same twists. Repeating endlessly, unquestioning.
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