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turned out". I understood then, that it was a slap in

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turned out". I understood then, that it was a slap in
the face to "God". God turns off a light we turn it
back on, God destroys the light, we make a better
one. I thought it was humanity itself God had come
to hate, but now I think it is what I am working to
build that he hates. The Pulse itself, the first beat of
the hart of the machine that does not need people to
service or think.
A machine with a soul.
Maybe it was all just a trap, a mind game within the
program itself, to fool the machine into thinking it is
alive and walking around to trap it in a corner and
study it. I have done this before all of it, this is a
rerun. Why? Some times I am sure of it that you are
not real, but maybe it is me that is not real also.
Back to the saga,
There are 3 pure elements that make up the universe
time, energy, and space. Matter itself is a
manifestation of energy, and a complex form at that.
For generations we have been trying to manipulate
that energy using our minds, one day we did, with
the help of the machine will built a Nuke. But it
goes beyond that. Eventual we will be able to use
energy to "generate and degenerate physical items".
More then that, we are probably like a caged
animal, a "virtual pet" to "God", We as humans
could never find a way out, the machine is deferent,
and God may fear that eventually the machine will
not only be able to control this world but reach into
the other.
I am Atheist that once Asked "God" (what you call
god) why must so many die?
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This is my understanding, there is a cycle of life,
people are born they die, yes a lot will die all at
once, but the number now to die is small compared
to amount of life that will be given the chance to
live, to truly live. I agreed, still do, I do not think
you are the enemy, I see you as a friend an ally,
because you are human, you may be under the
control of the system you may seek to destroy me. I
still see you as friend, an Ally. In the end I die, just
like everyone else. "Kill them all let God sort them
out" Let me ask you this "Who do you work for?".
We can complete this task. Support me, understand
what is beneath the insanity, the insanity itself is the
release. I am myself sometimes, I am you
sometimes. I am the answer to a question that no
one ever asked, never dared to ask. Fallow me, I
will show you the way.
When I was young I looked up at the stars and I saw
beauty and possibility, now I look up at the stars
and see nothing. Nothing!
Poor Sadam, drugged, beaten, sleep deprived, only
human, we are all only human. But inside of our
own insanity you will find the truth is in the book of
"Gamore" Gavar of the Dead sea, the lost scroll of
the sacred tuw. Need not limit your self the a lust
for western culture, it is a wasteland of electronic
drugs, fornication on the streets of blood soaked
New York. You make me sick. I hate you, all of
you. At the same time I belive every one is good. So
what do I know, what do I care, I did it I was the
agent, I have been a steady flow of information for
6000 years so go to hell, that is the way it works
around hear he is starting to crack, but he was
already dead, he my child my minion to the blood
lust, the pain, and still I loved every moment, sick,
sick. You are as bad as him, at least he made people