Buddhist Temple Revelation

November 23, 2025

I went to the buddhist temple near the home I stay at.

Of course I woke up late, I grabbed my chop sticks as I've been doing and tied my hair up.

This day I grabbed both pairs: One with Su and Sa being a woman, and the other pair with orange language of ancient Chinese... at least thats what I think it is.

I like to make a story of them at the end of the day, lately I've been forgetting.

I sat down and heard the chants, of course I had to cover an ear because the sounds were ringing too reverbationally. I noticed the budda and other budda behind the pillar of the many budda on the shelves and budda in front of the standard.

[Today] The offering seemed to be a sweet sticky rice with a boiled peanutty–nutty-nut I suppose?

I thought it was a bean at first. I also happened to see this grapefruit shaped fruit that I wanted to take. I always believe you are supposed to take of these offering like the beads they hang up at certain churches, or even pamphlets that you can classically take.

I was once at a hindu temple and sat at satyanarayan's priest seat which is say AN vishnu to however you describe An___ being for your understanding. Again, I saw it as if–IF you felt the calling not just mistake or random or just to sit in a comfortable chair, it was meant to be and it was one of the deities choosing you or inviting you to work with them or even as your own depending but definitely different ways to assist in the all story.

There were spices next to the chair as offerings and I ate 2 cloves I believe and they were... spices...so... I was sitting there with tears building up in my eyes as someone comes and tells me not to sit there, no fault {No fault, huh!?} but of course as I write this I'm being yelled at by the same spirits making me look bad because I then have to call it out and them look bad because it makes me look bad. Isn't that dharma ye "gods?" Now I'm offending and someone is going to misread this. Hopefully they know I am with good intent. I can't even remember what I was going to say now because I was suddenly put in a bad mood but as can shift the tides and the wether and mirages, as can emotions and place with the air; the idea of waving your hand and seeing multiple hands for example at a moment the hand is at peace the next, anticipating, the next, ready, the next, striking with whatever emotion, and the next a clarity of what those movements meant.

–Basically I ate the spices, I just wanted to say that because this is about eating and wanting to eat the fruit I couldn't name. There was a green one and a yellow one. I was going to take one but again, I didn't see the opportunity and at the end of this story thought jumping forward and not structuring as I would wish because now I'm sort've in a rush because the church when driving home also decided to yell at me because of other reasons they don't like to talk of to me even though I rule their world. A church should not behave in such a manner if so hospitable but, not to me and not to anyone who looks sort've different. Astonishing. I tend to get upset when everyone isn't getting along and not listening to their own religion if a religion, or build an understanding with others. There are traditions the traditionalist use not because they are afraid of their religion.

I do hope you're still here, I apologize to the reader and to myself that I have to seem so un-put. Times were I must call out the distortions aloud or in my head or writing or draw a picture, whatever may be so that they understand their wrongs. Maybe not the vessel itself but the archetype controlling them at the very least will know what needs to be fixed in the mechanics of the machine if you will. That is all I will say there for now. Let us continue the story.

I stepped outside and greeted the other budda, sleeping, tara, guan yin, me, I think the other budda was budda and budda was also there.

I stood and watched the leaves fall a moment: they fell and I tried to catch them slowly.

"That's not very budda of you." i thought to myself.

I tried catching them in one place, I moved around a bit, I extended my arm but slightly out of reach and slightly off time to be in the right place to have it fall right into my hand.

It made me smile a moment not acknowledging every smile I've given so far in my life has been fake and smiling is something to do to make people feel comfortable. I thought this as I regained my thought of life and saw a rock that read "Smile" and another that said "Breathe & Smile".

There is a tiny pepper garden.

Earlier in the season they were red at least maybe summer not fall. Now they were orange a sort range from green to dark red rot.

You know how some budda walked on hot coals?

I decided to eat the pepper in front of the sleeping budda and deal with the spiciness.

Of course I thought the initial spice was the end of it and I was chew, chew, chew, liquid, seeds, pepper flesh, and it was almost refreshing gathering and giving concepts thinking not of the pain but instead of what it meant at that moment or for what I needed to understand about my life and the lives of others.

–... The sweet sticky rice...

I went to the kitchen room and they offered me some... I got Su and Sa out of my hair leaving the other pair in. I look like a bunny...

As I was eating it slowly because I was doing that BITE things where I am specific about the bites I took, how I take them with the thought of how the universe of balance of my percieved reality was reacting and 2d in front my face visual of "for some reason the energy is shifting and I can feel it."

... The energy shifted again and the pepper was hitting! 5-10 maybe 7 minutes later... that pepper hit my stomach and I was OUT... like my head... my head was spinning not spinning... more-so the feeling of passing out mixed with the idea of dying. I should mention I really focused on that pepper and I didn't eat anything or drink anything prior.

The only comparison's I have is eating bubbles on a hot day as a 1st grader at recess and taking 2 percocets then 8/10ths fainting, taking my clothes off in a grocery store parking lot and calling someone who of course didn't come to help me, I called asking for a banana or sandwich so I didn't just die. Eventually the feeling left but dang that was horrible.

The same sort've feeling 'SORT'VE' feeling struck here with the pepper. I looked at a chart before referring to their version of hell and that was a short glimpse. The human body is fragile and technically advance as it seems and if the correct wire cross, your mind could suddenly go intro trip access mode making some chemical connection to default you back to insanity before time going through your modern body.

I grabbed a water and laid outside in the grass a moment. It felt like I needed to call to a higher power like as if I drank like a whole bottle and got hungover the moment after and needed to go through that weird hazy feeling with the cold ground feeling good because you just want to hug the toilet. What a savior, the toilet when you're sick and need something to hold onto. It's the unsung heroes sometimes. The cold.

Someone checked up on me and the second bout of chants and preach started, this time I had Yin and Vam sitting next to me, I would say Yi, but I saw a lot of people because I was there originally with disney sword and human sword {Mulan & Muran}, we did some work on angles and understandings.

I saw the coolest $10 bracelet with manji symbols on it to match my Tokyo Revengers ring!

We had noodles and I ate another pepper, I was too shy to ask for mint leaves and beansprout but I got to eat more sticky rice sweet, and this like... ball of creme and chickpeas maybe? The extract was sweet and tasty. It was kinda sweet but it was also kinda tasty.

Yes, I've been told that I should review food because my descriptions are sweet and tasty.

[Definitely the only 2 words I know on how to describe food]

I left with added knowledge to the religion and belief to assist my beliefs as is the belief of all religions as say, if I followed each religion and every individual had to come up with their own interpretation for all. Sweet and tasty is what I'm saying. If everyone followed every religion and had to base their understanding based on all of that their own perception and foundation.

Vamana helped me out here posing as budda, short in stature here as guan-yin posed as her female form then moved into her starting male form. Yet another theory that had she walked this earth or still on this earth she would be fighting herself still in a way to say her husband would just be her shadow and she still seeks her real budda.

Essentially she would just be watching him as her past self being male to make sure once she ascends that she will be able to be happy with the life, understanding, freedom and cagence creativity that she would now have. [It's going to be great :)!]

Philosophic illusion world theory, the person female and male but decided through time even this being last cycle for instance of example or instance of instance would be that to what chosen path the path set want turned out to be the one female in after life. Essentially she is fighting an evil angel or a good demon in the idea of a neutrality, as of now the enemy is corruption to where before it was the whole idea of something needing to be neutalized. Thus, this enemy is now the unconscious-self of the past originic mirror and other ideas of shadow and unequal yoking. The idea is complex and to hear that can be a shock but some of your spouses are only real because you are allowing them to be. A paradoxical variant of the self essentially just copying your actions and/or following your path secretly to have you always to meet yourself instead of who yourself would be perfect with.

Test them. Say something. See how they react. Is it too normal? What is normal?

Now you start to question.

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Hell.

A new thought other than my other worse ones would be the idea of all sort of essence leaving the human and it becoming replenished as God in the sense of burning. (Stay with me here–}

I was told of the story of budda going to hell to save his mother just to have his time wasted, someone else can tell the story much better;

Idealically its about remembering the idea of if there is a reach moment of eternity, If it were such a big issue, God would take the suffering upon itself to become neutral.

[Recall, some individuals do not want to exist and some want to exist more and some want to just sleep or some just be in the single moment of the best taste they ever had. Perhaps it was sweet or... tasty?

The people you dislike [Evet'n Gott for reason of idleness, sense of God or gods controlling instead of them seeking to wrestle with God or the gods to gain freedom for all.] immensely would then be 0'd out to where their flesh would burn just being flesh or dust, the spirit would be (double daggers) invested to the spirit that God has of himself in hell as all these individuals, yet the individuals would be remembered in different ways in Gods (double daggers) heart because of history and how God would remember being these people. As timeline be, down the down and back to the era which you wanted to be born in to keep the balance of "I hate you, but I need to sort out the idea that if everything is real and everything fake I would need to come up with a solution for every possible outcome being every possible; which I would in the future not hope but other word not knowing; know, this nirvana being seeked as I would've said heaven yet similar I can tell you much on idea's of having out own and not having to be with those who have done say... less work or too much work stance of your beliefs wether cultural or spiritual.

I say heartbreak.

idea that i saw her.

–and she saw me but didn't see me...

For a moment I said I loved her and she smiled.

This is when I thought a smile was real–like it meant something to smile.

Like it meant something to call someone beautiful and have them blush.

But... if you talk through the frequencies and when they see you in person they don't recognize you but it was you they were talking too... then It never mattered.

Either way, I hope to see you again someday.

Maybe then I can understand your story better and I can watch you hold hot coals in your hand for brushing me off so brutally.

Anyways, I'm busy.

Anyways, I'm God so, I'm supposed to be okay with your "finding yourself journey." Even though at the end of it... you're just going to find it was me you were actually looking for...

Care about you a lot, even if I get mad or upset. I wish we could've talked here and lived but at least I'm me.