What humans have done to my mind, thoughts and freedom is “Nefarious”- if it has done to me it could have been done to a whole lot. People don’t go mad, someone drove them there without a fare. I have a pictorial mind just as a child. Haven’t cypher anything from The Prophet’s Manual, in awhile .That some could considered as learnedness. Defenestration of fear, out the window. Anything that carries something is a vessel. The body is a vessel of Jesus Christ! I had to navigate my life without a compass. But compassion was my greatest gift from birth. Been on a US Navy vessel for years, traveled around Ephraim from berth to berth. My greatest gift have now became a curse.
“Nefarious” – bringled for awhile but still staying humbled. Been putting 1+2 together while cursing the creator – blasphemy! 3 rd day rise: every 3 day is a cycle through quontom time. But every day as a man die so a baby is born. So how does society view a man without a doctorate, master’s or bachelor’s? Speaking of learnedness, I’ve been judged by family members: so-called friends; even my broken ribs ababjahnie has there own negative input. So do I ignore the voices in my head?
“Nefarious” -how is it a man is set out on a biblical journey with Ephraim knowledge of it? When the privacy of being on commodes, isn’t private at all! These are the times, when 1+2 is not equal to 3: but 12. Mentally, I’ve traveled where no man has ever been. Physically, I’ve been places where a lot of some can’t! Some doesn’t understand so they tell story but the answers to your questions is in the stories.
“Nefarious” – scars won’t heal and wounds too deep. Left the temple to elevation spiritually because pain is real, in too deep . Farout south but not way out yonder. It’s hard to keep relationships when government plus entertainment industry fucking with my private thoughts writing movie scripts and songs! Capitalism gone way too far, to the era of 16th-18 th century. Loading my mind with negativity, disgusting thoughts. Now I’m wondering, was I created too soon or was it too late? It’s not inconsistency nor writers blocks but the chemistry in relations amongst Lord, the universe plus man and I. Have me thinking, I wish I had data blocks. *Exousia*
