There was a time I was naked [1//]

The naked walk.

The naked man.

The naked standing a jail cell.

Instances which happened and could've and did not and slow processing but this is the story of the time I baptized myself the first time or... the second time... the point is; that is completely allowed and because I did it alone, no one accepted it because they want to get all their knowledge from a book without following GOD.

It's going to sound crazy.

You have to remember there are many instances to where this defense even seemingly as you defend immediately you are auto-guilty but you've heard before the child that is not cared in the village comes back to burn it down... something like that right?

It is like the boy who cried wolf but a different example of variation of a path that could be explained as an event.

Here it is someone not said much I don't even know the saying, perhaps you will find it... someone who is claimed to be mentally ill because they understand the world differently due to past disaster even insanity be default of being misunderstood.

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It's less of a saying and just me trying to say my experiences with medical mechanica without saying too much because I have to constantly talk about my story.

Note the modern day mythos idea of a greek god is that they are all parts of the brain, I say this often because the idea of haru-hara from FLCL and hanging out with Discordia for a long while to thence leading me to my journey to finding myself even further because I had no one but at least there was an awareness of myself to say, "I hate it here. I want these people to not exist."

There was a million people it seemed influence my head to where

"we can't possibly let him become something."

You know this feeling well as you also have moment you hold yourself back.

You know this.

The idea to where this thing I saw as my friend and would run into it's minions outside of my own world is terrible because I truly do think sometimes. I like to believe in awareness and chaos but to what a god is, they have only failed me.

Some are decent. Just like some people are decent.

Just like some thoughts you have in your head are decent and just like how some are well... shit.

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The story starts–

at being excited for preparing for a job that required dance and I was looking forward to a "fun" type job. The serious factor is that there are moments I can see the magic and feel it.

I know this is kinda an everywhere story right now as I am not always through my body the one typing it as it likes to defend itself and like I been expressing... you know how I feel...

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I don't fully remember.

I'm going to tell you what I do remember.

I saw the creek at a church that I would normally go to to escape the household for I do not like the household, nor did I spend time at the church but I did like the trail it was at.

I remember something happened where I was just enjoying my life but it wasn't me enjoying my life it was a bunch of things there or the air or even things in the past or anticipating the future to what glory day it had being Achilles for instance.

Nothing to do with me of course but the idea of me being unaware and thinking I was about to marry someone to be 100% with was always a beautiful idea.

Good for everyone else. You're all welcome.

I stood at the creek holding my silver-spoon rings and excitedly crawled into the water.

I ended up bathing a sort in my clothes and my clothes go all wet I remember I was wearing a black shirt collar and strip, with my pants being dirty tan color.

I through the rings into the water after a while for reason of you give something the universe gives it back because my understanding of God was a little higher than everyone elses as cocky or unwanted as that may seem or be worded or not want to be believed.

I also breathe air, I also look at the stars.

If I were an wild animal I would eat a wild animal,

and If I knew not your belief of what God is, I would look toward myself and hope for the best that the universe, the big bang and the start of what good is evil and evil good and good, good and evil, evil and all combinations of an understanding of solidification of what could paradox and dimensions mean in the confusion of continuum; just to write shit to make me sound smart.

Hey, I mean; I know what I mean... but damn, isn't it hard to tell people about your beliefs?

Hah... I must know something as you know something at the very least but I guarantee... I know something because of how I am nothing.

Humbling experience has nothing to do with it as I can realize this was a fault of the athen and dites. Instance of discorded harmony and everything that goes into all of this human nonsense and angels; I might as well just yell at GOD because the devil are the same, different, same thing, different things, but you guys just nod your head no and cancel out because you can't understand perfection is many things.

No example. Think about it. I am not here to preach but I have done more than enough to say; I could say what perfection is and is not and what it could seem like or seem seem seem.

I'm missing my story, I go into the water.

I toss my rings to the side,

I'm hoping this girl will be mine.

I pray to God in the water, and see a rock that rock is a crocodile and eventually there is a man there that ends up disappearing.

The man was there and eventually I stood to see that there was a blank space sort of glitch, sort've as if a cloaking cloak was being worn and worn perfectly. The transparency of the person and the trees was noticeable.

It wasn't as seeing something.

It was as seeing the something.

Classic line, so there I was; I crawl out but of course before I did I notice a fallen tree to where I "imagined" angels being the people that I thought I'd spend my life caring about and of course it was a lie because sometimes they watch to report and sometimes because they are having a good time and way too good of a time and you'll know what I mean here in a moment.

I get out and cold it is, because i starts becoming night faster than usual.

I run and it is because of the pure child-like behavior I noticed to love to run just to run.

You can run... so why not...

I ran and fell down and I laughed.

I believe I lost my keys

and my necklace to which was the hand of eris.

It is good that some people have a coming to GOD story but I see my story as different since I don't see many people who claim they have GOD as having GOD.

I'd rather listen to Diogenes and call myself alexander the great.

I go on my hands and knees and closed my eyes as I was about to go to the car and go back the house. I was a lion.

I saw with my eyes closed the savannah and sahara and many forrest and jungles, to a lion; it just is and I am there and I am crawling towards my car enjoying the view i am seeing in my head.

I open my eyes after crawling for like 30 seconds and... I am still in the same spot???!

So I start tripping out a little and then I have to look for my keys because I lost them in the shorter grass but I had no keychain.

Somehow I had soup with me and I couldn't get in the car to where the soup was... eventually it became night time and some park ranger or something that was a total waste of space couldn't give me a ride back to the house, it was 5 minutes away but by walk like... and hour....

Dude was like "I am about to clock off." so I can't give you a ride home.

Pissed me off because I didn't have another ride and they forced me to say I was spending the night at his house because the guy looked like another guy I knew that was also a waste of space that couldn't help me with music at a time. All these long hair people look the same.

"The life journey is beautiful man..." No... no it is not...

You guys made me jerk off in cameras of the area and pee on myself, eat grass and later eat shit in jail. I hope you die.

I saw someone across the street afterwards and they didn't respond either.

The retard they force me to call... well... the birth unit that they spawned me from called and of course because I can't be honest with it, I can't say why my clothes were soaking so I just say nothing. (HATE THESE PEOPLE, I HOPE I AM NOT FORCED TO FORGIVE ANYONE.)

[I WILL TALK AS WELL AS I CAN FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT I MEAN AT THE VERY LEAST BUT I DEFINITELY DO NOT WANT THESE PEOPLE IN MY LIFE, AFTER LIFE; ENERGY DOES DIE, BECAUSE if there is a concept it doesn't die, there is that it dies and I am not forgiving them. I know I am not in trouble so I'm good.]

I recall another instance similar where they were subliminally and subtweeting IRL about fear factor and how they forced me to go to someones house which of course is because they wanted me out the picture and so I was sent in and out of psychward and sent to jail on an occasion so they could fill me with they influence further.

My whole life this is what they've done...

–but this is about me walking naked.

I had to take off my clothes to avoid being cold during the night because I ended up just sitting there and hissing at the darkness because I was not used to the elements.

Sure, I can say I learned something but; I am not thankful.

I pray to never be thankful.

This was a dirty way to do it and everyone knows there is always a better way.

This was a disgusting way to treat a child that which I was and even now I can hear them through the frequency planning to attack me in the future with how I treat a child which is because they decided to do stuff to me; which or course they are the same type of people to blackmail to keep people silent after forcing them to push extreme to near extreme because they want to seem like the good people.

Now that I accidentally fell onto their frequency because they do not know how to stay in their own lane; I now have to defend myself even now, because they could not leave me alone during the typing of this story.

It is not hard to check up on a child suffering crying in their room; but it is when you are the same people who allow the things to go brushed under rugs and not allow to speak about the issues at hand because wanting to keep your scapegoat so innocent favors you without someone calling out the nonsense which brings idea of them being silent about molesting and stuff of that sort.

Of course I would them be put in the same category as forever being labeled terribly and doing my best to not type this in a way that would defend them whatsoever.

In continuation; just leave them alone I guess. I'm not going to write a whole thing on how they deserve to die because they're already not going to heaven.

That is why I think the justice system is messed up, not killing the pedophiles but instead just sending them to jail... I hate seeing when they are forced to forgive their rapist and killers of children. It is gross.

The point is... I know this has been quite the talk and I basically missed story but... I guess that is what happens when they don't want you to expose the truth of what has happened.

Many instances of what has happned... I have seen a lot...

Later that night even without my keys, the car door opened as through my mouth something said "you know what, whatever; I will open the door."

From there I drank some of the cold broth.

and had no choice but to walk to the house, why I did it naked?

They told me it was the correct thing to do...

This is how they see jokes.

They will probably say, they feel bad or I have mental issues, even I am lying or they had nothing to do with it but... I was there... I lived this... this is my life.

All this equals out too the instances of

The things in this that were strange.

The door opening "alone".

The visuals in the creek.

The lion and not moving for 30 seconds though one direction as an exodus.

Erykah Badu does it shes a fucking hero, I do it and explain my story and I'm a schizo... that's how I know these people are mentally ill. They just can't tell because they all hold things back about themselves. The judge was one of those Badu.. bad u.. bad you.. the extents here is that.

You're going to send me to court, force my hand on a bible and not let me talk about angels and things not of this world?

You're goofy.

Goofy as fuck.

If you never tell someone about what you think or kink or want or hate... it ends up eating at you and you can never truly be not mentally ill.

That is why I should do my best to always say everything (:

Apologies for the bad story telling, I am saying what I can remember;

Thankful to myself and what cared for myself and the little things that cared for me too, not the moments; the moments are not real.

I am real.

[daemons perhaps needed a teacher, just a p.s, because it is hard to know if no one is willing to try to be a hero but a hero to what not for I was just in love with a girl an accidentally fell into flying.]

To each their own interpretation to the story.

Either way, if I become something I want to be alone.

I have already run in my head that there would be no one to take care of me when old.

If sick... and so–that is terrible.

I no longer wish to be happy.

I've said it before... I do hope the smile my face is never a true smile because I don't want to smile while people are out there suffering the same thing as I have, even more...

No defending them, no not; but to what is... too much fun is not a good thing and I want to be–

I can barley remember what I was writing the parts defending themselves there was them through my body, once again trying to seem like the good guys.

I can't remember what I was going to say–all I can say here is that there is a lot of things that people–... you see what I fucking mean? I hate these people man... They just connect and think were family.

It's like being in a psychward and when they sync you up to all the other retards with the pills and food so you are forced to be some sort of ratking being pulled all direction by a bunch of idiots to then starve a spiritual death.

Mental... to what you can process being healthy for the mind.

Care about yourself.

Figure out how to save yourself because no one else will.

I raised myself.

I also had actual people that are–well, Daji was there (:

At least, I'll say she was there; and so was Medusa; her I know she was there.

I say not GOD for a reason, and that reason is because through me; he/she, myself not even but to what I can process as caring and the love I had for this girl; that... that is what made me.

I hope someone cares about what I made because I am not from this birth unit.

I am my own person that has nothing to do with the people that I've been forced to be around in my life.

These people held me down.

I kept going even when wanting to die or kill other people.

I can say that because now I can help other people who were in similar situations.

There is something to say further but as mentioned– I am forced because they want more defense for themselves as I am on full attack to what I want you all to be free from. Themselves...<-----LOOK? WTF am i even saying at this point... this was supposed to be a story about walking naked.... they are obviously forcing every single turn in a sense to make sure they are able to read this an defend themselves and yet I am here basically saying,

Just let them die, they are not getting to heaven.

Maybe that is for you as well, because I know you hate people as well.

To walk naked... in truth... always tell the truth.

The thing that actually cares about you is through you.

Even if it is just you.

You can do this!

By the way, I saw buddah and discordia playing chess with my life as a visual like ezekiel in the bible viewing an angel over him.

Until next time when we talk of how they forced me to rub cum all over my body, masturbate to family, and eat poop out of the toilet. Also many other things like make faces while a black guy in jail jerks off to me and I was Dixie D'Amelio.

It is not hard to ask a child what is wrong when knowing they are quiet...

Don't forgive just because they have a forgiveness ability.

That isn't fair to the younger you that was hurt when a simple asking would've done well.

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Telling people about your rape will bum people out and cause them to hate you because they want the life where no one says anything and just carrys on... don't fall for it.