I'm joking when I say I'm the grand-pop of those claiming to be an avatar-messiah or god. But if they're serious, then, I am who I am.
Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.
Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
First of all, no messiahs are sent. Secondly, no messiah got it. Lastly, no messiah is. And if there ever was or is, maybe I too am it. As too is every dimwit.
My imaginary pal up there, Mr. NOT, tells me it's my dog-damn ism to kick your illusory he-man's ass. Now, what do you say to that?
As per the law of karma, that which is your meat today, this dear beloved animal will make mincemeat of you tomorrow. In another birth.
On a supra human level, yeah, I got That Which Is. Yet on a simple human level, rare are times when either my left or my right foot is not in some kind of shit.
Seeing Oneam undone!Enemy norlo! friend-sans One-is none.That! is "am"One-o-One!
I had an enemy - myself. Getting rid of the ego-self, in came the Self. Now, here, there, everywhere is nothing else. Just One Self.
Killing or eating animals is an act of beasts. Stirs within the devil. Sorry. It spurs evil. Thus is truth - at least the metaphysical.
If you can cull an animal, or kill a human , and sleep well, does not mean you are any more well than a sick animal.
Believing or not makes no difference to the Absolute of Things That Be. But it does to you. For you shall live and die accordingly. A wise person, or a fool. Choose.
All personal god, yours or mine, are false. Unto existence nothing but an infinite oneness walks.
In utter humility, bow to What Is. And in time, crying one's guts out, howling, bowing to IT, "knowing" comes. As a gift of the Divine.
I have met the devil - he is not!
All humans are rogues. Cured only by death.
Don't worry. Life goes on. With or without you. So, live it, while it's given you.
I love religious nuts. They make me remember I have them too. So, being a health nut, I scratch them religiously. Just as I do my butt.
Most probably your belief system is screwed up. And so were your ancestors, before you. And now, maybe so are you. Overcome it, you!
I have to tell you the truth. But you are too ugly for it.
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