The Garden (Industry Cut)

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The Garden, the Fruit, and the Twice-Born

All we’ve ever been asked to do is stand up. But the picture is upside down, inside out, backward, lateral, diagonal—it doesn’t matter, because the flow is the same: the workers at the bottom, building, sweating, bleeding, planting seeds that will eventually produce fruit; the top, corrupt, dilapidated, hollowed, consuming what was never theirs; the middle, the thirteen percent, hovering in between, selectively converting the raw into something palatable for the apex, masking exploitation under the guise of order.

The garden is sacred because it is natural, unmediated, uncommercialized. It is the site of pure growth, of potential, of unseen expansion. You, the fruit of the garden, are the nexus of creation. Your seed carries knowledge, creativity, and generational inheritance. The fruit is more than product—it is medicine, nourishment, therapy, and economy all in one. What you produce in the garden sustains your community, your culture, your psyche. But it is vulnerable. The middle siphons, repurposes, monetizes, distorts. The top consumes blindly, its decay hidden beneath gold and prestige.

Hip Hop began as fruit of this very garden: raw, medicinal, life-giving, culture-sustaining, almost ritualistic. In the early seventies, the streets were laboratories of pressure: rec-rooms, basements, block parties. Youth generated fruit—creative output, hope, rhythm, protest. Cassette tapes were seeds; lyrics were roots; beats were water and sun. Hip Hop saved lives, not metaphorically—it did. It provided direction, engagement, stimulation for brains under constant social pressure. Gold, platinum, diamond? Sure, tangible fruit. But the intangible fruit—the knowledge, the survival strategies, the communal lift—was priceless.

Industry arrived like a virus, stripping the fruit of its medicinal qualities, sterilizing its potency, turning seeds into currency. Genres splintered—Gangsta, Trap, House, R&B blends—but the core, the archetypal essence, remained: the garden still existed. The problem wasn’t Hip Hop; it was mismanagement, misperception, and extraction without cultivation. And yet, the twice-born principle persists.

To be twice-born is to experience rebirth beyond the flesh, beyond mere circumstance, into consciousness itself. Dionysus sewn into the thigh of Zeus, Christ reborn in water and spirit, the Pharaoh twice-born in Egyptian chambers—these aren’t quaint stories. They are prescriptions. They are instructions encoded in myth, ritual, and cultural memory: the first birth is survival; the second birth is awareness, individuation, and the power to act consciously.

You, standing in the garden, are twice-born when you recognize your own cultivation. You are twice-born when you take the raw, medicinal fruit and allow it to propagate—not only as a product, but as therapy, knowledge, rhythm, culture, and insight. The thirteen percent exists to convert, but the wise know that conversion is not creation. The top consumes, but without the bottom there is nothing. Natural law remains: cultivation precedes consumption. Healing precedes exploitation. Awareness precedes action.

The storms arrive—lightning, hail, wind, thunder—but they do not punish. They instruct. They demonstrate the precision of natural law. Golf-ball hail destroys no more than our assumptions; lightning illuminates only what is ready to be illuminated. Pressure creates diamonds, heat produces fruit, repetition produces discipline. Hip Hop itself is manna under pressure—musical, medicinal, spiritual, cultural. It is the twice-born fruit in action: raw in the garden, transformed through experience, capable of saving those who consume consciously.

Standing up is not rebellion. Standing up is alignment with the natural law of cultivation. You cannot stand above the garden; you cannot jump to the top and take without building. Foundations matter. Work matters. Awareness matters. The garden must be tilled, the seed nurtured, the fruit ripened, the harvest shared, and the wisdom encoded. This is not optional.

Symbols are the gatekeepers. Hip Hop is a symbol, manna, medicine, and mirror. The garden is a symbol. The fruit is a symbol. The storm is a symbol. The thirteen percent is a symbol of selective attention, selective conversion. And you—standing, building, producing—are the embodiment of twice-born consciousness.

Psychologically, the twice-born process mirrors individuation: you confront the shadow (middle exploitation), recognize the archetype (Hip Hop as medicine and ritual), and integrate awareness with action (standing in the garden, producing fruit, nurturing others). Medicinally, the metaphor persists: music heals, rhythm regulates, narrative instructs, creation stabilizes the nervous system, and community engagement restores lost equilibrium.

Every avenue is connected: garden → fruit → storm → thirteen percent → top → twice-born. All flow into one another, each layer informing the next. Every note of Hip Hop, every beat, every effort in cultivation is part of this psychological ecosystem, this philosophical lattice of growth, awareness, and rebirth.

The twice-born principle is clear: the first birth places you in the world; the second birth places the world in you. Hip Hop, the garden, the fruit, the storm, the thirteen percent—they are all tools, mirrors, and catalysts for this rebirth. You are called not merely to stand, but to build, heal, teach, propagate, and integrate. To be twice-born is to recognize the medicine in creation and participate consciously in it.

The garden endures. The seed persists. Hip Hop remains manna. The fruit is eternal. And you—if you choose awareness—are twice-born, standing, cultivating, and ready for the cycle to continue.

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Offensively or Defensively (Main Stream Cut)

  

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“All we have to do is stand up.”
Literally.

The picture depicts “slaves” on all fours, arranged in a square at the bottom, with greed and corruption stacked above them. Agree to disagree. Standing up is supposed to end the situations occurring above them. We see it. We get it. But let’s change the perspective—because this perspective, with the slaves on the bottom, is backwards. Speculation.

Peep game.

The top was built by the slaves, yet they’re shown beneath it. So here’s the real question:
Did they build the structure on the top and then fall to the bottom?
Or did they build it where they are, and the value flowed upward?

Good question, huh?

Check it. As the picture depicts, the workers are on all fours at the bottom. Read it out. Now don’t interrupt—this is building.

They built the top, which is old—outdated, decaying, in need of an update. Now look again. Right above the workers, there’s space. Darkness. Gaps. As told, we don’t truly know what occupies that space. That’s important.

Here’s where the thirteen percenters chill. They’re standing up—not touching a thing. The highways and byways of this sick little psycho fugged (corrupted) disorder. The thirteen percent could include technology—technology built by the workers—that caters directly to the top layer.

This is where gravity changes.

Anything below them is pulled toward the middle. You won’t see this at first glance. Here, the middle shares with the top. Exploit the booty (resources, labor, ideas). “The Rose That Grew From the Concrete.”

The lower level is essentially the garden.
The middle is the school-to-prison pipeline: entertainment, sports, religion, influence, distraction, aspiration. From the bottom, this middle can look like heaven—figuratively, of course.

Because if hard work produces, or one gets pregnant (pregnant—fertile with an idea, invention, or potential), and the middle can profit from it, one might get the come-up. We’ve witnessed this play out. This isn’t something made up. It’s not creativity—it’s experience.

View the photo once more, if you will.
Now picture Hip Hop.

We’ll come back to this.

“Pregnant” is used to depict an ideal (idea), an invention, a creation—language chosen to ease the tension of what’s being read, not to avoid it.

A garden.

Do you know who you are?
Do you want to know what you are capable of?

Not saying we can help with any of that.
Not saying we “know who you are.”
Just a fielding question—preparing for what’s to come. Work with me.

You are the most incredible creation on this rock. These are only words—understandable and unbelievable at the same time. So we’re going to test this statement.

It is tagged the garden because of how it is raised. Water. Food. Care. Investment. Vitamins. Structure. The making of “productive citizens of society.” Agree to disagree.

The key word is raised.
Peep the definition.

Raised: embossed; lifted or moved to a higher position; brought up.

Again—“The Rose That Grew From the Concrete.”

So if the structure was built from the bottom…
If the energy flows upward…
If the middle extracts and redistributes selectively…
Then when those at the bottom stand—truly stand—do they rise back to the top, or does everything above them collapse downward under its own weight?

That’s not rebellion.
That’s physics.

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Now picture Hip Hop.

Not the genre—the position.

Hip Hop was born in the garden. No debate there. Concrete floors, limited sunlight, pressure from every side. Raised (lifted, brought up) with scraps, broken machines, and borrowed electricity. Turntables instead of instruments. Rhymes instead of resources. Bodies instead of capital.

Creation didn’t come from abundance. It came from proximity.

Hip Hop is what happens when the bottom speaks to itself loudly enough to be heard above. It is the sound of workers discovering language. Rhythm before policy. Expression before permission.

But watch closely.

Once Hip Hop stood up—once it straightened its spine—it didn’t immediately overthrow the top. It was intercepted by the middle.

The middle said: We can distribute this.
The middle said: We can amplify this.
The middle said: We can make this safe, sellable, and repeatable.

School-to-prison-to-entertainment. Same hallway, different doors.

The garden produced. The middle curated. The top collected.

Again.

The artist becomes pregnant (fertile, generative) with an idea. The middle profits from the delivery. The top owns the hospital. The workers applaud from the waiting room.

From the bottom, the middle still looks like heaven. Lights. Stages. Jerseys. Contracts. Visibility. Escape velocity. And sometimes—rarely—it works. Someone gets through. Someone gets rich. Someone “makes it.”

This is how the system sustains belief.

But belief is not ownership.

Hip Hop, at its root, was never meant to kneel. It was posture correction. It was standing before standing was allowed. Wide stance. Bent knees. Balanced center. Ready.

Breakdancing on cardboard wasn’t play—it was physics.
DJing wasn’t noise—it was engineering.
Graffiti wasn’t vandalism—it was presence.
MCing wasn’t entertainment—it was testimony.

Hip Hop stood up first internally.

That’s why it scared people.

So when the picture tells you, “All we have to do is stand up,” it’s only telling part of the truth. Because Hip Hop stood—and the structure didn’t fall. It adapted. It rebranded. It monetized.

Which brings us back to the image.

If the workers are on all fours at the bottom, and Hip Hop rose from there, then Hip Hop proves something uncomfortable: standing alone doesn’t invert the pyramid. It feeds the middle unless awareness changes direction.

The picture is backwards because it implies posture is the final act. It isn’t.

The real inversion happens when the garden recognizes its own value before it’s filtered. When creation stops rushing upward for validation and begins circulating horizontally—among builders, not brokers.

When the rose stops asking the concrete for permission to grow.

So ask yourself, when you look at that image again:

Are the workers low because they are weak?
Or because they are still building something that hasn’t finished collapsing yet?

And when they stand—
Who benefits first?

That’s the Hip Hop return.

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Now, if there were a fruit at Wally’s (Walmart) one could go get, bring it home, begin growing it, and it produces more and more fruit. I know, right? Speculation—remember?

It could be sold to make the money back and live happily ever after. This is why there are no seeds anymore. Does this read familiar? “Idlewild peaches?” Just a little—maybe.

Garden of Eden.

Except one has to buy the fruit, and there is no garden. How did that happen?

Wait.

This is the best part.

The garden—the lower level—is where the fruit is. Another type of fruit exists on the middle level, with the proceeds going to the top level, gathered from the bottom, or garden. (The Hindu social system.) Kind of cool, huh?

Basically, it’s not rocket science. You’re eating your money. Duh. Told you—it’s not rocket science.

The same fruit could be sold, exchanged, bartered—peep def (definition)—for other things needed. Go out to make it in the garden, come home, and spend it to keep it rotating.

But wait.

You’re the fruit.

Give it a minute.

“How am I the fruit?”
Great question.

You are a creation, created by the Creator. Using logic—any issues? Thank you for coming.

Created in its image. It looks exactly like each and every one of us. That’s where it is. Each and everyone.

You are truly beyond words—typing to you, truly beyond words. And yet, here we are. It’s just words.

The magic doesn’t begin until one knows this—not think or thunk (thought), but know. Know this reality is connected to Natural Law.

Now, the garden has fruit—but no fruit.

See the point?

Fruit with no fruit.

Wow.

T—totally. Nada.

If the garden produces fruit, and the fruit is removed before it can seed, then reproduction is interrupted. Consumption replaces cultivation. Eating replaces growing. Convenience replaces continuity.

A fruit without seeds looks complete—but it ends the future.

That’s the trick.

The middle packages fruit already stripped of its ability to reproduce. The top profits from scale. The garden is told to keep buying what it already is.

And when the fruit asks why it’s tired, broke, or confused, it’s told to work harder—never to grow itself.

Natural Law doesn’t punish. It reveals.

If you eat the seed, nothing grows.
If you sell the seed, something multiplies.
If you don’t know you are the seed, you keep chewing.

So when we say “there is no garden,” what we really mean is: the garden was externalized. Monetized. Framed. Sold back as imagery, not land. As promise, not soil.

The garden didn’t disappear.

It was moved inside you—and then ignored.

That’s why this reads familiar.
That’s why it feels obvious after it’s said.
That’s why it sounds like speculation but lands like memory.

Fruit with no fruit.

Now—

Ask again.

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“How am I fruit?”
Another great question. Stay with me.

How are you the fruit—that is the question.

Are you familiar with the process of a diamond? Sure, we could use other examples, but please allow me to answer the question this way. A diamond begins as coal, which comes from another story we’re not going to get into right now. Anywho!

Time. Pressure. These forces cause it to become a glass of sorts—valuable, like fruit—called karats. But isn’t that a vegetable? All this has been rebuked or binese (business). Reportedly untrue. We’re just going to stay in the First Testament long enough to arrive at a point, if that’s alright.

Like fruit—same thing.

A rock, sure. There’s going to be some swap-meet Lu (lure, illusion). It’s business. The natural (key word) process is more favorable—fruit. Natural now, or was. Lu likes to one-up nature. (Putz.) The impostors can be pricey as well.

How would we know?
Who said we did?

But real folks want real fruit. Theoretically need it. Not materially—that stuff is for perpetrators trying to impress because their eyes are bigger than their bags. Sympz (symptoms). Purely assumptions.

In the early seventies, the fruit began producing fruit in the garden. Before this, there was another—and another—and another—going back to the fifties, before prohibition. No rec (records), rec just a guesstimate. One was called The Numbers. One was Jazz.

Both stimulated the economy in the streets—natural, clean, and very much needed at their perspective (respective) time. Providing some hope. A blessing? An opportunity to stay in—or get ahead of—the game. Aka the lottery now. Again, natural.

In the book, this happened as well.
Exodus 16:12 — “This is the bread…”

Now didn’t hey seus (Jesus) say—peep game now, or not—Matthew 4:4, “Not bread alone?”
“Don’t concentrate on the finger,” Matthew 3:8.
The Hindu social system?

So—how am I fruit?

As Hip Hop began, fruit was produced by fruit. What is fruit? You know what fruit is. Peep def (definition).

Fruit: reward; a seed-bearing (seed-structure) of a plant.

Told you.

Are you sweet?
Do you have a family tree?

That sums up plant.

“Works without action… or activity… is considered dead.”

Are you capable of producing offspring—children, child, puppy, guppie (guppy)—more fruit? Would this be considered having a seed within?

Seed—peep def: a small object produced by a plant (family tree) from which a new plant or fruit can grow. The beginning of something which continues to develop or grow.

This is a sad question—but for lack of a better one: have you received any compensation for the work provided to others?

Rhetorical, I know—ikr!

Fruit working for another fruit—be it compensation, or working for the other nuts. Work with me.

Hip Hop was a blessing for many of us. Some may not even know this. It saved lives and stimulated a decimated economy—this may or may not include socially. During this time, under that type of pressure.

What pressure?

What do they call good Hip Hop—music in general? Gold. Platinum. Diamond.

Every artist produces a product—a fruit—that can then be sent to market, where they can be compensated for it. Which is another story.

“Ain’t got time now, you hear?”

Cassette tapes were the product—the fruit—being produced that could be sold or traded for other things needed.

“If you focus too much on the finger…”

Hip Hop was manna. It kept the youth productive. Instead of spotting for drug buys and being involved, some even came out of the trade to become #HHG (Hip Hop Generation). Bravo!

It kept them creative. It kept them alive.

“Can we get a witness?”
Pastor Wit!

What was said and shared on these cassettes was inspirational—hope, information, the news. It was the jump-off.

Get this though.

It was natural. Clean. Very much needed at that time.

And they said it was only a fad.

Until it went next level—exploited and weaponized.

There’s a definite difference between real tru (true) Hip Hop and industry rap—or flip-flop, as it’s called. Hip Hop is roughly positive. It’s art. The other is not. Nigative (negative).

Disrespectful to moms, daughters, aunties, sisters, grandmothers. Niiiiiiiga! Not Hip Hop.

Although the times were nigative, Hip Hop grew and gave growth away from the dirty—not the South, the other dirty.

They were kids—having seen battlefield trauma—writing about it therapeutically, making it somewhat positive in its beginning. Don’t get it twishted (twisted).

East Coast was preaching about the crime—jUSt (justice) or lack thereof—drugs, etc. West Coast, similar at times. The South, though, came with similar content—but glazed with a sort of gospel tone. It’s still there.

Now don’t thunk (think) we’re about to get into that ur ro jc (Eurocentric, jesus christ) picking who’s the best bs (bullshit). They are all—which makes #HipHop universally GREAT.

Ya dig?

So many awesome strands.

What part of your car is the GOAT?

Kinda stupid question, huh?
Immature, maybe?

We love Hip Hop. Period.

Way over here—off topic—getting all moist and fuzzy.

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So in the thirteen percent—or middle level—someone just shared a video online about this level. View it as a conversion station—or not. It converts that which comes from the lower level, or garden, into what is palatable for the upper level—for lack of a different description or understanding.

Thirteen percent has, and always has been, the percentage of fruit counted—which doesn’t include the lower, which is greater than the thirteen—representing only a selected demographic of fruits. A select, hand-picked amount. Or, mildly put, those that benefit the upper level. Mess around, and be back on the ground. What? Back on the farm, working in the garden. Bet.

As Hip Hop made its way through the cuts—being redefined, dismantled to fit—remember when it started? Can we get a witness? Ever hear, “It’s too black, can’t understand what they’re saying?” In so many words, that was the cry as Hip Hop entered industry.

As it split into other genres—Gangsta, Thug, Trap, House, etc.—staying close, blending with R & B… all was under Hip Hop, though. Aka strands—like bud. Same thing, exactly.

It was illegal long enough to get the competition off the street. Now it’s everywhere—respectfully, under medicinal (purposeful, conscious use). No one ever got a trophy for gangster or dirty south rap. Could be wrong. “Hard out here for a pimp.”

It all usually falls under Hip Hop regardless. Standing corrected.

Is it positive? We get it, fully. But will the youngers? Dig the song. Personally, it’s truth from a different perspective—but the short Ee (early ears, young listeners) aren’t going to just hear this. They grow words like seeds. Another story.

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Hooduzzled (hoodwinked) or bamwinkled (bamboozled)?
That’s the entire point.

If it’s natural—coming to the fruit to continue being productive in society—it’s deemed illegal. This, in itself, is illegal. Natural Law hasn’t been broken; the man‑made, so‑called law that deems it illegal is exactly the same as what’s (hearsay) being done to it.

Can’t type Hueman—because a Hueman is aware of it all and abides by Natural Law. It’s the only true law. It signifies that this is greater than the Hueman and allows us to remain humble—not insane.

Why is this important?
Another good question.

Truth.

Because we have the essence of true Hip Hop—literally—containing the first fifteen years of the beginning, along with the other strands it split into: MentFlexX. No one was there. It’s exclusively experience.

Also, it’s important to know this time so that it doesn’t happen again. The first time was the blueprint, and they called it a fad. We got waxed, though. That’s an L, fam. For real.

This time—knowing it’s going to generate multiple strands again—because it’s geared for the most important fruit: you. All of you. Don’t ask. It’s greater than we.

How can Hip Hop be MentFlexX now—or vice versa?
How can it not?

We captured the experiences in its essence. You’re focused on the finger—or not.

Hip Hop is manna, provided from a different dimension. ’Bout to get deep. It came at the correct time, under precise temperature and pressure. An accurate time, rhythm, and schedule—spreading into health, wellness, and fitness.

Similar? Yes—because it’s the same thing, just different dimensions.

We are also universal.

Passed the fad stage long ago—around industry, on to truth—to share what has already come through once in our time. Now others can share in the same experience, or what true Hip Hop produces—other than dope music.

An opportunity to do the same thing.

If fruit—if seed onboard—and the work one does is compensated equivocally (equitably).

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In the book—do you remember what happened to the manna?
Exodus 16:20.

This is what happened to Hip Hop after it went industry. Don’t get it twishted (twisted). It’s still there—or was. A few still carry the torch of the raw, as well as the other genres. It’s there—but one would have to know true Hip Hop.

“Everyone is in Hip Hop; Hip Hop’s not in everyone.”

Oh—the picture. Peep game.

Turn it over. Or upside down. It doesn’t really matter—maybe on the sides? The flow will remain in the exact same place. Keep building in the garden, and all will migrate to positive construction—then converted to some mess.

Peep game as it reads: “STAND up.”

For what?

Anything built starts on the bottom floor—foundation, ground, etc. The pyramids were built ground up—or not. We wasn’t (weren’t) there. They still stand. Get the point?

What is built in the garden should elevate all.

Remember, the top used to be the bottom—as it grows dilapidated. They need to rebuild it—or would like to. As the bottom is being built, it is going to merge, if we may, with the top. Beginning crossing over into ending.

All we’re saying is: we got next. That’s what’s up.

It reads a mess—which will have been dealt with before the expected arrival. There’s nothing that can be done except prepare to be ready.

“Get ready. Be ready.”

How do we know this?

The beginning has already begun.

So—
2 + 2 = ?

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This isn’t about fear. It never was. It’s about remembrance. About timing. About cycles completing themselves whether we’re ready or not.

Mother isn’t coming to punish—she’s coming to collect balance. That’s how it’s always read. The book didn’t hide that part. People just skimmed. Or focused on the finger.

Natural Law doesn’t yell. It doesn’t threaten. It corrects.

When structures drift too far from what sustains life, they don’t get destroyed—they expire. Like manna kept too long. Like fruit stripped of seed. Like systems fed beyond usefulness.

That’s why standing up was never the point.

Building was.

And rebuilding.

What’s being asked now isn’t panic or belief. It’s posture. Readiness. Alignment. Doing what should’ve been done already. Yesterday. Last year. Before convenience replaced cultivation.

The garden never left.
The seed never disappeared.
The work never stopped being the work.

What changes is who remembers.

Storms don’t announce endings—they announce transitions. They remind us that pressure creates, that heat reveals, that grounding matters. You don’t argue with thunder. You listen to what it does to the air.

So when the picture says “STAND UP,” read it again.

Stand to build.
Stand to carry.
Stand to return what was borrowed.
Stand to stop mistaking extraction for progress.

Because the beginning has already begun—not as noise, but as quiet preparation. And those who know, know.

2 + 2 doesn’t need solving.
It needs acknowledging.

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BORN AGAIN or TWICE BORN

Thoughts from C. G. Jung, Joseph Campbell, and William James

The symbol and myth of the dual birth, or being twice born, has archetypal, spiritual, and psychological significance. The need for the subject to be born again, or reborn to him- or herself and to a new worldview, is an essential step in the initiation and individuation process.

In Greek mythology, the most well-known example is Dionysus: born first from Semele, and when she was dying, Zeus saved him by sewing him into his thigh and keeping him there until he reached maturity.

The Sanskrit term dvija (“twice-born”) in the Hindu social system refers to members of the three upper varnas, or social classes—the Brahmans (priests and teachers), Kshatriyas (warriors), and Vaishyas (merchants)—whose sacrament of initiation is regarded as a second, spiritual birth.

In John 3, Christ speaks to this:

“I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.”
“How can a man be born when he is old?” Nicodemus asked. “Surely he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!”
Jesus answered, “I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”

Jung elaborates on the idea of spiritual rebirth and its role in the individuation process:

“I might mention, for instance, the motif of the dual descent, that is, descent from human and divine parents, as in the case of Heracles, who received immortality through being unwittingly adopted by Hera. What was a myth in Greece was actually a ritual in Egypt: Pharaoh was both human and divine by nature.
In the birth chambers of the Egyptian temples, Pharaoh's second, divine conception and birth is depicted on the walls; he is ‘twice-born.’ It is an idea that underlies all rebirth mysteries, Christianity included. Christ himself is ‘twice-born:’ through his baptism in the Jordan, he was regenerated and reborn from water and spirit.
Consequently, in the Roman liturgy the font is designated the ‘uterus ecclesiae,’ and, as you can read in the Roman missal, it is called this even today, in the ‘benediction of the font’ on Holy Saturday before Easter.
Further, according to an early Christian-Gnostic idea, the spirit which appeared in the form of a dove was interpreted as Sophia-Sapientia, Wisdom and the Mother of Christ. Thanks to this motif of the dual birth, children today, instead of having good and evil fairies who magically ‘adopt’ them at birth with blessings or curses, are given a godfather and a godmother.
The idea of a second birth is found at all times and in all places. In the earliest beginnings of medicine, it was a magical means of healing; in many religions, it is the central mystical experience; it is the key idea in medieval, occult philosophy; and, last but not least, it is an infantile fantasy occurring in numberless children, large and small, who believe that their parents are not their real parents but merely foster-parents to whom they were handed over. Benvenuto Cellini also had this idea, as he himself relates in his autobiography.”

—C. G. Jung, CW9.1 ¶ 94

Joseph Campbell emphasizes the second birth as essential in the developmental process and notes its absence in the Western world:

“Society has provided [children] no rituals by which they become members of the tribe, of the community. All children need to be twice born, to learn to function rationally in the present world, leaving childhood behind.”

—Joseph Campbell

William James describes the process of rebirth as a moment of redemption and illumination:

“The [Twice Born] process is one of redemption, not of mere reversion to natural health, and the sufferer, when saved, is saved by what seems to him a second birth, a deeper kind of conscious being than he could enjoy before.”

—William James

How do we enact this rebirth?

Through symbols. Symbols are the gateway to this process of rebirth.

“Salvation is a long road that leads through many gates. These gates are symbols. Each new gate is at first invisible; indeed it seems at first that it must be created, for it exists only if one has dug up the spring’s root, the symbol.”

—C. G. Jung

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To Be Continued…

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It's Not What You Think. (Main Stream Cut)

 𝓗𝓾𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱. 

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𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓓𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾? 𝓘𝓯 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷/𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭. 𝓡𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓬. 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂! 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓵 9 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽. 𝓞.𝓖. 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓴𝓪 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓗𝓮 & 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼. 𝓝𝓸, 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓾𝓷 (𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝓽) 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵. 𝓗𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 (𝓮𝓿𝓮) 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 & 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽. 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮. 𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓪 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮. 𝓞𝓻 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭, 𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓭𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓸𝔃𝓵𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓯 9 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼: 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓙𝓸𝔂, 𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓟𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓯-𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵. 𝓜𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓹𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓴. 𝓓𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼. 𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓲𝓷. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓲𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓗𝓸𝔀? 𝓦𝓱𝔂? 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽? 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮? 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓾𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽? 𝓗𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓾 𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓾. 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻? 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽. 𝓡𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓹 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝔀? 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓸’𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮? 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓱𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶? 𝓓𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓽. 𝓘𝓯 𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮. 𝓓𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻? 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓽, 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓻? 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭, 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽 (𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓭𝓮𝓯). 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮 (𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓭𝓮𝓯). 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮. 𝓦𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮 (𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂). 𝓛𝓮𝓽’𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𝓛𝓮𝓽’𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓐 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵-𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷 (𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮). 𝓝𝓸𝔀! 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂’𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓪! 𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓻, 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬? 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼, 𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓷𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯-𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓶. 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻. 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓗𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓯. 𝓘𝓯 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓻𝓾𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓸𝔀? 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻. “𝓘𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓸.” 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓸 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮. 𝓔𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱, 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷, 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓶’𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓮𝓿𝓸. 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭? 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽, 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸-𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓖.𝓞.𝓓. 𝓦𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽/𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼. 𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝔀𝓪𝔂. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓷. 𝓦𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓵𝔂. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱. 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓕𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱. 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮, 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮. “𝓘𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮.” “𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭.” 𝓢𝓸, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓾𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓗𝓸𝔀? 𝓘𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼: “𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓲𝓽?” “𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼.” 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓮: “𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 (𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓭𝓮𝓯) 𝓱𝓮𝓻.” “𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓭?” 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬? 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽, 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝔂, 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓴. 𝓞𝓻 𝓲𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓱𝓮? 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3. 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷? 𝓞𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷? 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓸 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓖? 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬? 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻? 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓮’𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓴𝓮. 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽: “𝓨𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮.” 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷 𝓞.𝓖. 𝓞𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓿𝓼 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱? 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 (𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓮?) 𝓟𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓭𝓮𝓯 𝓸𝓯 𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮/ 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪 𝔂𝓮𝓽? 𝓟𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂, 𝓫𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓾𝓹 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾. “𝓦𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮.” 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓽 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼. 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱, 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰, 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮. 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓦𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻/𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮. 𝓣𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓵8𝓻. “𝓦𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓕𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮, 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽.

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴. 𝓘𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓼𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽, 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮. 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻, 𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮. 𝓘𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻. 𝓘𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭. 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼𝓷’𝓽? 𝓛𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 (𝓥) 𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓷𝓮𝔀. 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼. 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀? 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 % 𝓸𝓯 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮/𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓼. 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝓹𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵. 𝓝𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮’𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓮? 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂. 𝓦𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓔𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓼, 𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 (𝓥) 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓭. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓸𝓻 𝓔𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓞𝓖 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮. 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓔𝓿𝓮, 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶? 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝔂. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻. 𝓣𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮. 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯: 𝓦𝓱𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓻? 𝓡𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀. 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓮? 𝓛𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬, 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂, 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓼. 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭, 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓮’𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸𝔀. 𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱 % 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮. 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮. 𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱.

(𝓥) 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭. 𝓟𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓥 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓘𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓪

𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮. (𝓨) = (𝓘) + (𝓥). 𝓣𝓱𝓮 (𝓥) 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓑𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮. 𝓞𝓷𝓮-𝔀𝓪𝔂 (𝓞) 𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓴𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 (𝓞) 𝓽𝓸 (𝓥) 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 (𝓥) 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 (𝓧) → (---) → (𝓣)/𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼. 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓓𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮. 𝓥𝓸𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷.

𝓣𝔂𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓽. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷. 𝓝𝓸 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓵𝓮 (𝓞) 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮. 𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 (𝓗𝓾𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷) 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼. 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓹𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱. 𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂. 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽. 𝓔𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱. 𝓝𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽. 𝓘𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂. 𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝔂𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓮 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽. (𝓨) 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮, 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝗲. 𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝗿𝗼𝓻. 𝓛𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬, 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂, 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱. 𝓤𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 = 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝗹𝗲𝓼𝓼.

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𝓞𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝔂𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮. 𝓘𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮. 𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓗𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝗼𝓾, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽, 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽. 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝗼𝓾. 𝓞𝓷𝗹𝔂 𝔂𝗼𝓾. 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮. 𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝔀𝗼𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽. 𝓑𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓹 𝓗𝓸𝓹 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝓕𝓦𝓨𝓣𝓣.

𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝗻𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝓣𝗼 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝗼𝓷𝓽𝗶𝗻𝓾𝗲𝓭……

FWYTT (Hip Hop Cut)

Hueman is Truth. 

 

Signs of a spell. If you feel another way about the way the word is spelled. It’s a spell. Do you? If are Hueman/human what should it matter how it is spelled. Rhetoric. Anyway! Producing all 9 of the fruits of the spirit. O.G. original man aka Native. Therefore, it is safe to write He & She is Love. This is needed to create more producers of these fruits. No, he can not do this without she. The thought is un (u not) natural. He must should and has to protect her (eve) First & foremost Period. For she to he is his creator of all for, with, and to he. Only a fool could conceive anything else. Or he that has been fooled, tricked, hoodwinked and bamboozled. His creator of 9 essential fruits. Love Joy Peace Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, Self-Control. Multiply that by two. It’s the perfect marriage. It is all that is needed to survive on this rock. Due to circumstance. The story doesn’t entirely go like this. Circumstances such as Reality. Starts with sin. Not even out the first chapter, it ends. Just that quick. How? Why? What? Where? Allow us to keep it short and sweet. What? Her, she is all that any he would ever need to achieve anything in his life period. The story begins at a cu de tau. Read familiar? Now to keep this relevant. Repeat it or loop it around. This is how? The story is told or written from who’s perspective?  Not he nor she, whom? Depends on who reads it. If he reads it or as he. Does he come away with a disappointed feel about her? When she reads it does, she come away with a disappointed feel he let her down by not protecting her? Which is never blamed, never found at fault at this cu de tau? The serpent (snake) actually the reptile. The storyteller. Have you ever been in a relationship that ended with cheating? Who do you come away despising? The other, never or not usually the serpent. How? This story teller is jealous, envious, lustful, greedy, lazy, runneth over with pride and is fat. Sloppy fat, can barely get around. Huge. He wants her but doesn’t want to do any work, not a lick. He damned sure ain’t going to protect her, comfort her. How? The story is told at the beginning, the start. The beginning of what? Start of what. At the original, origin. OG male, OG female, OG sin. Where Hueman or the original man was deceived. Of the creator or her. His eternal life. This is very important. His only riches. How? He/she had a direct link to/with the so-called God (gold, oil, diamonds). This is Nature to an OG. Simply nature. A natural trinity. Nature, she, he. Now she was placed first for I am he that sees her importance and would feel less than a man if I didn’t place her there. We are both equally yoked to be able or have the ability to connect spiritually with nature, it shouldn’t matter how it is written he on top she on bottom or vice (peep def) versus, he, she. It remains only 2. Yin and Yang. Now if this balance is disrupted. The connection with nature is severed. With the right story that would warrant both. He and she riches. The right story would make the story teller, the serpent a G.O.D. The villain with not only she/he riches, but all their other natural resources they together never even knew they had. Because they had each other. Had! How? The garden is the heart. Gen 1:5 In the midst of it is Love. One must acquire all eight to grow Love. Since this never had to be explained, they just did it naturally. Loved agape. Unknowingly because there was nothing else to do. If you are ever capable of agape Love. This would fully be under/over stood. 9 fruit of the spirit is life period. How? What could disrupt such perfect harmony? Splendor? You should ask. Envy, pride, greed etc.… Now deception is the book. To what extent? Depends on the edition you read. Once asked “How many times has the book been changed?” Reply: “Once!” From truth to not. Now the term woke starts with Gen 2:21 this is where significate madness begins. No nothing has ever come from he. Not anything. Well! One, but it must be supplied in gross. Just for this to even happen Period. For I am man. Now this referenced edition (the book) reads “he took one…” How many do you have? Odd or even count? Now we are all created A2D with one of certain things on purpose. Two of other things on purpose. Another story. The book ends here for us. For sake of how, shall we continue? How did sacrament get from what is written he said about her “bone of my bone…” to include next man? Here is the serpent. WwM. Subtil cause of no backbone. Lazy, couldn’t even walk, slothful. But cleaver. Ever heard of those that convert their weaknesses into strengths? Bravo! It was done here splendidly. Now Hueman is OG spiritual. Gen 2:25 not ashamed. Spiritual, soul. Not ashamed. They were in Love and had and abundance of all other natural resources. Let the book make you think they were all alone. Do your homework. You kinda want to be when you creating right? Alone with a partner. Classic situation.

The serpent, the serpent (peep def) The serpent depicts a retile (peep def) All low in stature. We tend to think of a snake (majority) Let’s speculate. Let’s call it the next man. A well-hung next man (snake). Now! They’re the only two per the book, per the story, but if you can believe a snake can communicate, niga! To make it simpler, it depicts flesh, the snake or reptile whatever you want to believe. The next man. Serpent is only used here to deflect away from man or another man. Where is logic? Jealous, envious, low pride, negative self-esteem. Lusting for a goddess, the creator. Shakespeare had a thing for gardens and goddesses. But next man really doesn’t want her. He just doesn’t want he to have her. All bets are off. If balance is disrupted. How? The creator was written, part of the creator. “It takes two.” Those two combined create the trinity. One can be no better, no worse. Equally balanced naturally. Not one flesh, flesh is sin, to the silkworms’ woven cocoon used to conceal its transformation, it’s evo. Are they ashamed? One spirit, one soul equals the so called G.O.D. We don’t/can’t call it that. For it is not what it is. Only for reference will it be used here. Not to sway. You grow n. We prefer nothing at all above anything. It’s an experience not worthy of saying by the lowly. For it is called that or something per religion. Religion is flesh. Spirit is life. Flesh is death. Death to the spirit or soul because the choice of something else is made, something unknown over purpose. “Imitation is suicide.” “Back to the lecture at hand.” So, she is having an extramarital affair with dude and his snake. He seduces her. How? It goes a little something like this.” “Wanna hear it?” “Here it go.” Paraphrase: “he said unto (peep def) her. “Said?” Where is logic? Remember the serpent is the writer of the story. It’s his narrative, his imagination, his lust, envy, greed. His dick. Or isn’t he? Now just in chapter 3. Honeymoon? On the honey moon? He still sleep from the operation. When has she ever had a convo with G? WHERE IS LOGIC? Wanna think it’s been sometime and he told her? They are one spirit. What he knows she knows and vice (peep def) versa. She is not yet in flesh. She is contemplating. In the state of contemplation. It’s a reptile for petes’ sake. Serpent: “Ye shall not eat of every tree” questioned an OG. Or was it her soul versus flesh? Anyway, she replies or was it he? Have you peep def of vice/ versa yet? Per the book, per the story, besides you can switch it up later. She replies to a serpent mind you. “We may eat the fruit of the trees” But one. The tree of Love. Remember the garden is the heart. Not eat or touch. It’s from the heart flowing freely at just the right specifications. It is the ultimate wealth, drug, natural resource. Priceless. We have to experience it to even under/over stand fully what you have just read. This is the purpose of the book or was its purpose. To confuse or convolute the reality here. Explained l8r. “We can’t touch it because of it’s location. The heart. Flesh to soul is death. Love is a tree, a fruit of the spirit. The book takes you on purpose, to flesh when the rib, extra rib? Extra spicy sauce Please. Was taken by a so-called deity that just created everything with “Let there be: yet performs an exorcism open chest operation ending with closing the flesh. Purpose. What? Purely speculative. Serpent replies, “Ye shall not die” Look at this tree, flashes his meat the size of a tree limb. She was smitten. “Your eye(s?) shall be open” “Ye shall be g.o.d.s” Colder ice. They already were G.O.D.s creators. They still are. They were pure, untainted with the thoughts of flesh. Not she or he. They are merely pawns in a much more serious game called life. People have been here long before that book. That hypocrisy, hypocrazy. They only know good at this point, that’s what makes anyone such. Huemans only know or only knew good. Evil is not of them. Or it wasn’t. There was no other language. Naked not ashamed. No one told them it was a bad thing. Oblivious to bad, evil, and sin. The story depicts she. This is for division. Let’s place he in the same situation. He is in the garden working, serving his purpose and along comes a spider. W8 wrong story. The serpent comes along and she is built like a stocky anaconda. Same convo “Ye shall not die” Look at these melons flashes her breast hanging off her trunk. He was smitten. “Your eye(s?) shall be open” “Ye shall be g.o.d.s knowing good and evil (V) Colder ice. Explained L8r. Now if you know the ballistics. That seems strangely odd. If you don’t it still should seem strangely odd.  Condemning us all or not. Soul or spirit same thing vs. flesh. They ate the fruit. Or lost sight of purpose for some flesh (Lust) losing their Hue Manship aka G.O.D. like ness. “Traded it all” Seduced. How? Human like. This is a virus, disease, an illness, sickness. This is what fell Hueman. The OG’s. It is a program such as software aka matrix. The book is virtually an up date of the same story depicted on the walls of the pyramids. Facts. Human like? The serpent takes on what really can’t be considered Hueman like tendencies for it already knows evil. It knows that what it is doing is pure evil. (To trip a God) so to type. “Your eye shall be open to both good and evil.” Light and dark. God, OG, native, AbBo. The first, succumb to doing what they knew not to do but where convinced other not wise? Their natural born enemy repping 7 deadly sins. It is reptilian. Very cold blooded, cold hearted. In order to get close to a Hueman, it has designed a language, a program that is anti Hueman. Your enemy. Starting with the book handed down gen gen, collecting information infecting everyone along the way. Has psychological been mentioned yet? Psycho Logic al. (peep def in depth). This is the trojan horse of racism. Had to put that out there. You have got to know. Evil hates good. H8, h8, h8, h8, h8. The best it can do is like. And you can test this. Start being Hueman. Told you. They don’t have to even like you. That’s what the language (program) is for. Good without Love for a long while, anyone would settle for some occasional like. This is where de hue man i zation is most effective. Ever heard of immunization? Rhetorical. A process. A2D. Sever the Hueman from who it is. To facilitate a simpler operation, we will just remove the E (everything) from Hueman. There now. Human, all inclusive, reptiles, serpents, and animals. Hard to see when put in the mix huh! Now the original native, G.O.D.s as they call them, has tremendous voids due to all the severances. The Creator aka G.O.D. (Nature), themselves, each other. This was already typed, but you didn’t recognize mother and/or father (creators) the only access to what a true G.O.D. really is. Remember this severance is in the book when they were seduced by the human like serpent. (Like) because it could communicate exactly like them (she/he). He didn’t talk with it in the book. Why? But we rounded it out and he did. Exactly with them convincingly. There wasn’t a single miscommunication in the versus. Not one. No “what did you say?” “Huh?” “What?” No “How the hell can you speak to me like me in my language that I fully understand as a serpent. Eh! Eh. Not in there. Human like. You may know it as common sense. A serpent must in order to seduce, appear (remember it’s a snake) that it likes you. It really doesn’t, in the worse way. It technically doesn’t like itself. The only thing that will cause such an engagement is to take something from you. Take is harsh, bless their hearts. How’s it go? The ex Hueman has been deprived of so much the serpent just has to use deceptive terms of endearment and boom, the ex hueman will actually generously give what little reserve of fruits of the spirit they don’t even know they innately produce and possess. Oh! We forgive you” “No, I’ll wait, no problem.” Pure and natural resources. So, the (like) isn’t for them, it’s for you. This goes on into the superior factor and on to why? And that won’t be cover here. This is just a perspective on how. Speculative perspective. It doesn’t have to like you. But as long as you’re giving and until it has what it needs. What does it need? For starters, everything you got. Because if you have it, it does not and it has been decided it wanted to switch places with you long ago. Entirely. Check out what it done to congress back in the day. Did you know that the republicans where majority melaninated? That’s what it does. As long as it’s covert and you stay in the Adam state it will take all your ribs. Everything. You, me, We, should learn to detest anything human like because that language, the entire program is anti you. Anti Hueman. Gone get that E back on everything.

Now this is just a story, just like the ones in that book. It has not been typed up so that you will believe any of it. The purpose was to show that anyone can do it, many have. Like that book. There should only be one, regardless of the language, color, size. It doesn’t matter. It should still be around. Wonder why it isn’t? Logic stops here. Now the book has two parts (V) an old and a new. Plus, the editions. How many editions do they have now? Since logic has been gone the % of reality and truth or lack thereof de/in creases. Remember its psychological. No credible references. Where’s the Real Merck when you need one? It is not the purpose to point out either way. We still have the same exact decision as both eve and adam. Not only their punishment or curses, at ever choice (V) good or bad. The seemingly only purpose was to blame it on poor eve or OG female. Still being blamed while making the same exact choices. Who is eve, who is adam? That serpent is still deceiving us all, every day. That story is only to blame, to fault someone else thus shifting it away from both the villain and the reader. To this day all three continue repeating the same. Now ask yourself. Why is faith and belief insisted, that it happen, and there is a savior? Rhetorical. The sun will come up tomorrow. True or False? Logic, Reality, Truth. That is how transparent truth is. Nothing is promised yet we all kinda know we’ll see the sun or some light tomorrow. Because of the high % of its Nature. Still no sway nor convince. Only the Truth.

(V) Explained. Purely speculative. The V depicts good on one side, evil on the other. This is a choice with an option. In football and option is all backs run to a side, the quarterback can run with it or as the back/s on his lateral giving him options, run it, pitch it. Choices, you have to choose. (Y) = (I) + (V). Now the (V) choice good and evil was giving as an option. Before again people were here long before the book. When there was no option, no choice. It was just one-way (O) top of ankh, the circle of Life. The serpent divided (O) to (V) with deception or colder ice. For more references the (V) became (X) then (---) on to (T) or cross. This is very significant for the Hueman or OG. It maybe difficult to grasp for the human like or not. Oh! Well. The voids are dif fi cult for the Hueman.

This being typed to type there will always be someone that already has told this story and those that will continue to tell it. The book depicts one, only one for a reason. No can seek the eye of the needle (O) for someone else. We all must (Hueman) seek it for our own individual selves. These prophets only bring Truth. There are only the certain that has the capabilities to endure such a journey. All will be persecuted by the evil through any means necessary due to the human like virus. Now some may say they can live with a little evil. There has been a misunderstanding. It’s just not the case. Evil is death. No life survives around it, with it. It consumes it totally. In fact, we all are slowly dying now cause we sure as hell aren’t living. Sure, the eyes maybe open. But is the i open. (Y) this i has no name on it anyone that views it should see them self. The person in the mirror. Who does think it is that some other would undergo such whatever for it? Or shall we use what does it? Blind accountability, no responsibility. Where’s logic? The whole 3rinity. Logic, Reality, Truth. If the conversation is void of just a smidgit of either. Y the conversation? It is un natural.

On the road to life one must follow the Truth where there is Truth so will there be Love. This is typed out of Love. It may be hard to understand for the human like. Regardless of what has been written or will be written. If one is not on a path to find their own tree of Love in their very own heart. It should be easy to find because no one has ever taken it. He can’t do it for you, she can’t, they can’t, we can’t. For it is you holding up that Y. No one else. Only you. Believe this. It is so worth it. Check out "It's Not What You Think." Main Stream Cut

 

Peace and Love

 

To be continued………