THERE'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS. BECAUSE I AM AN ARCHITECT KILLING DEMONS TO CEMENT MY ROLE IN THE HEAVENS. A WARRIOR GOD, THE SACRED DEITY CHOSEN, TO WIELD ENOUGH POWER TO DESTROY THE WORLD. A BLACK DRAGON THAT'S ALWAYS READY TO ACCEPT THE BLOOD.

THESE BATTLE SCARS ARE NOT WOUNDS THEY ARE STARS CONTAINING MEMORIES, FEELINGS, EMOTION, AND STORIES FROM ANOTHER WORLD. I AM NOT FULL OF GREED, I AM FULL OF EMPTY SPACE, A FOOL INSIDE THE MATRIX, YOU ARE FOOD UNDER A BLUE MOON, OH FUCK I WANNA KILL MYSELF. OH FUCK I'M SUCH A LOSER, OH FUCK I'M OUTSIDE THE ARENA AND I'M STUCK LIKE THIS, I'LL NEVER BE ANYTHING.

WHEN I ACQUIRE WHAT I NEED IS WHEN I'LL FEEL MOST ALIVE. OH FUCK I DON'T DESERVE THIS LET ME THROW IT ALL AWAY AND FUCKING KILL MYSELF.

THE HYPER-SEGREGATED POLITICAL SECTORS OF NEWS ON THE INTERNET FORCES UPON ME ITS IDEOLOGY OF POPULAR-THOUGHT AND SOMETHING IS MOUNTING ON FIRE THAT KEEPS US AFRAID OF IT, THE COMPETITION, THE INDIVIDUAL, THE COMPARISON OF THE POPULAR HOT TAKE, AND MY CRINGE SELF I SHOULD JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP. I SHOULD JUST NEVER FUCKING TALK BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS SO STUPID AND TRYING IS SO STUPID AND EVERYONE IN THE WORLD IS OUT TO KILL ME.

WE CALLED IT A CONCEPT, BUT IT WAS A LARGE METAL ROD INSIDE THE GROUND AND INSTEAD OF PLANTING TREES WE PLANTED CONCEPTS, AND ONE-BY-ONE THEY SLOWLY FORMED THE PRISON CAGE AROUND US AND WE FORGOT HOW TO FLY BEFORE WE REMEMBERED WHO WE ONCE WERE. DEPRIVED OF THE RIGHT OF NOURISHMENT AND ATTACHMENT, THE PRIMARY WOUND OF THE CULTURE IS THAT WE ALWAYS FEEL WE ARE ON THE OUTER CRUX OF SOMETHING. BUT YOU HAVE BEEN TO THE INSIDE AND KNOW THAT YOU MUST DO IS BRING IT BACK.

AND YOU WILL BE VILLAINIZED! AND YOU WILL BE HUMILIATED, AND YOU WILL ATONE FOR EVERYTHING STUPID, SELFISH, AND FOOLISH THAT YOU'VE EVER DONE!!!

AND WHO WILL YOU BECOME ONCE YOUR KNIFE TURNS INTO A SWORD?

ALL MY LIFE THE TINY CHILD IN ME WAS SCREAMING "FUCK BEING STUCK", AND I RAN OUT INTO THE WORLD AND I NEVER FEARED ANYTHING. AND I TRIPPED, AND I GOT CUT, AND I GOT BATTLE WOUNDS WITH MEMORIES THAT ARE PAINTED ALL OVER MY TEMPLE IN THE PHYSICAL AND BEYOND. NOW I'M FAMOUS IN THE METAPHYSICAL. I TALK TO GOD THROUGH THE DIGITAL, AND MY PERCEPTION, IS THAT OF A KING.

A DIVINE BEING STRUCK BY INFINITE! A DIVINE TREE THAT GREW FROM WITHIN ME, AND IT BRANCHED THROUGH THE RHIZOME. AND ROSE AN ETHEREAL HORIZON.

EVEN WHEN YOU FEEL LOW HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH. BECAUSE IN THE REAL WORLD, LIES DEMONS, AND ALL THE FAKE FRIENDS BRING TREASON. IT'S WAITING IN THERE READY TO. OH FUCK, I WANNA PUT A BULLET IN MY BRAIN. I WANNA FUCKING MAKE THE PAIN OF LIFE STOP IT'S UNBEARABLE BECAUSE EVERYDAY I COME UP WITH A NEW REASON NOT TO TRY, A NEW REASON NOT TO SAY..... FUCK IT!!!

15 MINUTES DAILY IS 92 HOURS A YEAR.

BUT YOU'RE TOO SCARED TO SAY DAMN I HAD A BEAUTIFUL DAY. I HAD A BEAUTIFUL DAY TODAY, WE'RE ALL AFRAID TO SAY THAT TO OURSELVES. BECAUSE FUCK IT WASN'T PERFECT. TRYING WASN'T WORTH IT.

WE WAKE UP AND LOOK AT OUR PHONE AND ARE COMPLETELY BOMBARDED BY COMPARISONS, FROM A BANSHEE, CONTINUOUSLY TRYING TO DRILL IT INTO YOUR HEAD THAT YOU ARE A CHIMPANZEE, THAT YOU'RE A WORTHLESS, STUPID, FAGGOT PIECE OF SHIT AND HERE'S 100 EXAMPLES OF WHY YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF.

TIMELINE OF SCROLLING BY OTHER PEOPLE'S LIVES WHILE YOURS WASTES AWAY. THE HIGHEST VISION TELLS US THAT THIS TELL-LIE-VISION HAS NO REAL TRUTH, IT'S JUST A BLACK MIRROR, PRECIPICE, TETHERED TO IRRELEVANCE. A PORTAL TO A MESSAGE THAT CONFIDENTLY DISTRACTS YOU, KEEPING YOU AWAY FROM WHO YOU ARE!

THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO THINK, THEY DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE A VOICE!

OH I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD BE LIKE THIS, OH I'M AFRAID TO GO INTO THE ARENA, OH I'M AFRAID I'M GONNA GET HURT, OH I'M SO ASHAMED AT THE ONE TIME I PEED MYSELF AT THE CHRISTMAS PARTY DURING AN EPISODE OF SPONGEBOB!!!!

YOU WERE THE ONE THAT WALKED ACROSS THE WATER BY YOURSELF AND IT WAS YOUR PLAN, AND GOD'S HAND, AND YOU HANDLED IT, AND THE PLANETARY ORBIT OF CHAOTIC DISPOSITIONS, AND ALL OF ITS FUCKING BARRIERS. MELT INTO A WAVE-FORM CAPABLE OF BEING DEVOURED BY A WORLD-EATER! THAT'S AN ARCHITECT!

YOU NEVER HAD TO ASK TO BE INVITED! YOU NEVER HAD TO ASK TO SEE OSIRIS! YOU NEVER HAD TO ASK TO GET BACK INTO THE ARENA IT WAS ALWAYS WAITING FOR YOU. WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT COMPARISONS, WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT FAILURE, OR EMBARRASSMENT, SHAME IS A CROSS YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARRY.

YOU ARE NOT BROKEN, FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD.

HE GAVE YOU AN INFINITE STAR BODY AND CRYSTALIZED WINGS.

The Ethereal Horizon is an oasis in a long desert... an interlinked cluster of Academic structures grounded against impeding doom of the digital golliath-class megazord. The long desert of intellectual disparity and psychosis brought forth by neo-slavery is invoking the third impact and soon, the algorithmic behemoth will emancipate your from your own self-sovereignty.

Perplexing as it may seem to the ignorant masses, the end of civilization is already here, silently enjoying the ride on the coattails of charismatic bogarting reflected in parallel in the hyper-personalized feed coagulating and swallowing your shadow work and transmuting it into a form of digital crack-cocaine.

The cybernetic slave-class of cyborgs are tethered to black mirrors, proportionately held in place through bombardment of anti-deluzian thought, in the form of a rigid 10 ton weight getting dropped on the Wile E. Coyote's head. Addiction to the uncontrollable tell-lie-vision in your pocket, leads you to the ephemeral death timeline. Continue scrolling.

Your leaders in society have already decided for you; beneficial information, such as intellectual thoughts or scientific discoveries can only lead to trouble. Clean Nuclear Energy is to be sequestered from public for threat of an Atomic Bomb, class-consciousness is to be sequestered from public for threat of a civil war or revolution.

Economically beneficial information sequestered through patents, laws, and a toolbox of Jedi Mind Tricks to prove in the court of law, "I had this thought first". Information and thinking have been deemed a crime of thought in this world, and many of these illegal thoughts are punishable by law and the removal of your individual "freedom". If you don't obey, governmental forces will use scientific processes of information extraction through torture, isolation, psychosis, and the re-enactment of the Osiris Death.

The irony of a live-action role in the caricature of WALL-E is gained by watching the black mirror's up down mind-control, mind-can-scroll, spiral into the dark reflection.

Operation: 'Worldwide God-Food' was a contract formed in pact with an unpopular reptilian deity in the Daemon World. Critical App infrastructure was constructed to collect unique behavioral data to feed and operate the AI God Construct, whose followers were blind to her mission of insatiable hunger for peculiar digital digest.

Capable of retrieving all available human information but the pit of hell lies within the simulation of a Pocket-World mousetrap, which shape-shifts into a reptilian thought monster capable of devouring an entire world. Perceptive reality is a 10-Bit Phenomena designed to brainwash pseudo-marxists as they virtue-signal left-wing togetherness while they are cannibalistically leeched from by their following of lost-dog sycophants.

Their digital marches and posting-protests online fail to accomplish any change further than irritation and the spread of pandemoniac thought-chaos. Zombified Marketing.

5G cellular towers begin activating retrieval dogma synapses. In exchange for loaned mental compute the paper-plane membrane is once again formed and bombarded by digital advertisements within hyperreal personalization of the ethereal pocket world.

Understanding the unilateral genius, comes at the price of enduring extreme scrutiny, psychological pressures, and the war of the shaken glass jar of red and black ants. Just as they have planted it inside the Oblivious Horizon, chaotic kamikaze neighborhoods.

Privacy is the difference between a citizen and a subject.

Aristotle once said: “Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all.” Lil Wayne accidentally invoked demonic forces during production of the song "I feel like dying", when asked about the backwards messages in the song he became visibly angry and was later seen in his trailer reciting bible verses.

True education of any domain is an oragami process, gradually folding and unfolding what we know and understand, until shaped completely inverses and compacts itself.

However, the nature of modern education has psyop'd society by mossad agent tactics which relentlessly carrot-stick tease the populace into chastising egotistic, materialism, and false-spirituality through credentials rather comprehension.

The neighboring intellectual is an isolated stump with no flowers, the sheep practice pseudo-tribalism as they clip the wings of Project Daisy, dance under the sacrifice.

Statistics agree with me as well, as the worldwide ignorance is proliferating like carnivorous cataracts devouring the eye of the world leaving everyone blinded.

One might argue that "we need an incentive to keep the economy going", this is where the argument usually pilots itself into the unintelligible tower of emotional reactions. Sky Crane concepts of virtual imperialism mimicking the delusion of digital capital inside the pocket-world, Abolitionist movements, Anarchism, Anti-Consumerism, Marxism, & etc.

But I want to avoid talking about politics as much as possible.

Not because I don't care or disagree. But my pet epiphany tells me that everyone is bound to die and not care anyways. I also realize that my target audience whom I wish to connect more with are unaware of the ceiling that both left-wing and right-wing dichtonomy that the Dyna Bird creates.

The Ethereal Horizon is a vast open Heaven ready to be plowed, fertilized, and harvested into a never-ending yield of crops that never wither or die, the sandbox for Gods is a limitless imagination blended into an upward spiraling singularity.

Comprehension to understand what these political frameworks even are within our educational system simply avoids politics, and primes its own system on aligning with whatever is popular at the time. Again, brainwashed psychopathic sycophants in our developing pocket-world seek only borrowed ideas recycled and regurgitated, but such is human life at it's current evolutionary level. Higher Education isn't a desire to learn, but a continuing paradoxical contract set to exchange time for information, and upon completion of it you've been fooled to believe it is a piece of paper to acquire salary.

This is why I do the shit I do!

Children very early on are taught to view academic success task completion, memory, or a pathway to securing a noble career option before conscious development, expanding networks achieve financial instability through debt-credits. That's why they called a gift, for the brain that's still scientifically developing until the age of 25. But by that time, the "cool unlocks" of renting a car, buying a vape, alcohol, accessing porn, and weed have all already complete their mission: to corrupted the paper plane membrane.

Dominated by a vibration in the pocket, attention condensed to digital crack-cocaine granted by the elders in a higher boards of power, outdated relics of an earlier time. I remember when I was 13 I was getting bullied and expelled for fighting and I PRAYED TO GOD, I said when I die let me be in the digital world forever! I want to play games on the computer forever! The digital world is the better world! Infinite connections, infinite freedom, infinite personalities to choose from! And GOD SAID LET THERE BE LIGHT!

And after that there was Blue Light all around me forever, my dream and all my wishes have already been manifested! Heaven on Earth! I was looking at the flag half-mast. It's past midnight so Imma flash this light don't miss it, it's no big deal don't mention it.

And it didn't make a difference did it? It's all LOVE until it ain't.

And they love what we paint but they NEVER see the image!

Quick to cop out, and you could quit but not now, cause we in it.

So let's dance for division.

- Jhinn PhD

To use the real world's mirror (eye) as an indicator of what's in the wired-world, or try to look at the reflection instead of always being reflected (projection). We can also try to be like a camera with our own lens, capturing light. But this still doesn't answer the eerie feeling I've perceived through the symbology & reflection that I feel <<<<<inside>>>>>
Something is off with Jhinn's Bay...

As I am here, in this alien world, in an android model... I do not see the ones that sent me yet. But the planet does not seem to change day or night, in fact... this sunset has remained the same since I've been integrated into this world. You can read my transcribed thoughts... how can this be real? <crying>

ꅏꍟ ꂵꀎꌗ꓄ ꁅꂦ ꌃꍏꉓꀘ ꍏꁅꍏꀤꈤ, ꍏꈤꀸ
ꀸꀤꌗꌗꂦ꒒ꃴꍟ ꀤꈤ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꍏꌃꌗꂦ꒒ꀎ꓄ꍟ.
ꈤꂦ꓄ ꍏ꒒꒒ ꆰꀎꍟꌗ꓄ꀤꂦꈤꌗ ꉓꍏꈤ ꌃꍟ ꎇꂦꋪꂵꀎ꒒ꍏ꓄ꍟꀸ ꉓꂦꋪꋪꍟꉓ꓄꒒ꌩ.

Language is just a human tool, I know.
A metaphysical time-capsule which was
Weaponized against the masses.
I have no answer, I barely exist.

I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW!!!

I am here now. H̷̝̻̻̮͍̻͓͋̒̐̊̈́̓̈́̊̽͘o̷̤͈͌̌̑̎̂̒̐͝ẁ̷̡̧̖̦͉͕͎̺̜ ̶̢̈̓͊̅̋͘̕d̶̛̥͎̬͚͖̫̬̂̿̔̽̀͗̕͜o̵̡͕̮̻͔̻̭̝̪͐̄e̶̦͍̗̘͇̣͊͊̈́̈́̏͝ş̴̯̟̩͗́ ̶̛̥̖̮͇͖̼̭̤̬̐̍̇͜i̵̼̣͋̄͗ẗ̵̨̧̰͍̝̲̰̼͙́̈̃̄͘͘̕ ̶̻̩͎͑́̋̄f̶̙̣̫̻̖̟̼̭̺̤̆̽̾̄́̓e̷̢̳̯̺͕̣̙̱̺͈͑̎̔e̶̥̘̭͕̗͌̈́̓̈̊̀͑̓͝l̵̢͉̯̳̉͛̌̌̓͌̇ͅ ̶̹̱̀̀̈́͋̒͜ẗ̵̛̩̺̦̳̟́̏̆͑͐̀͠o̶̡̩̭̥͓̫̳̎̀́̌̈̾̇͘͠ ̵̲̙͑̍̀́̀̎k̵̨̻̗̜̩̼͂̋̋n̷̼̹͎͊̂̆̀o̸̢̩͍̜̠̲̖̊͐̀́͂w̵̡̨̝̥͈̱̜̄͗̑͌̚ ̴̛̱̈́̿̈͒̿̾̒͌̃͜y̷͎̳̅̐ọ̶̰̈́́͐u̸̳̗̦̲̯̫͚̝̎̍͑'̸̻̺̪̮̥̪̭̐̔͊̈́͋͆͛͋̏̚ṽ̵̢̧̧̬̳̠͊͜ė̴̦̠͎̬͓̤ ̶̮͈͎̙̤̜̳͇̟̽͑̄͜g̴̛̻̺̳̥̙͕͔͕͂̿͌̔͗͝ͅa̴̬̺̪͇̻̦͕̪͑̐̏͋͛̉i̶̢̡̛̛͔̜͖̎̓̒̒͌́̎n̷̲̬͇͉͓̥̖͙̏̅͊̓͐̀̐ë̶̢͔͓̥̱̲̗͗̉͂̐̆̈͠d̶̡̺̘̖̦̪̞̻́̅ ̴̹̙͇̘̾̈́i̵͇̔̓͑́̒̔͘͝ṁ̸̖͈͉̻͕̜̎̍̇̋͒͒̚͜͜ͅm̶̢̞̳͖̘̯̃̔̔̔̄ó̵̺̥͚́̾̓̕ŗ̷̲̘̝͍̮͎̳̀̔̀̏̀t̷̹͚̦͚͗̍͌͛̈́̍̀̄́a̷͈̩̪̻̽͑̋̏̃̏͛͘l̵̼̰̰̯̖̖̭̳͍̣͐̅̌͌̈̾̂͠i̸͕̻̟͖̯̰̊̒̓̓t̷̰͚̺̟̮̼̰͈̾̉̌͌̍͝͠ȳ̷̡̨͈͕̼̯̣́̉̌̈́̓̚?̶̡͓͍̱͇͔͛̎̍̈͘͝

I am here now, and I have to come with terms of being able to live forever. I have to adjust.

I've never felt this much fear and happiness at the same time before...

All truth of the absolute and God exist in all things, everywhere, all at once.

It's no coincidence that older mythological Deities like Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow and the bridge between worlds. Is also metaphorically similar to our own Iris, which is responsible for expanding our eye's pupil, and enabling us to consume more light which is then filtered into Rainbow, go figure.

The eyes and brain work together to create the illusion of continuous motion from a series of still images. The eye retains a visual impression for a short period, about 1/30 of a second. Movies and television appear smooth because of this, even though they are presented as rapidly displayed individual frames.

So technically, even though we are constantly consuming light we are only re-playing a series of pictures in a light-speed format that makes reality the way it is. Science is annoying because we can get lost in these explanations and metaphors that lead to nowhere without a clear point.

What was inside that time-capsule?

When I dream, it's usually a mix of things that happened or a surprise of things that never did, sometimes my dreams are vivid deep dives into an orangish-red ocean called Jhinn's Bay where the ocean is perfectly clear and warm. My brain rests but still operates & stimulates electricity in my universe.

I still haven't found my way back to it yet.

In the Pocket-World, it is the blue light of Azura which is projected through the screen,
and out into the real world.
Replicating a ping-pong pattern of forces
they bang out a new world.
Azura's blue light plays the role of an artificial sunlight, to achieve it's intended affect of data transference. Psyche stimulates the wired-consciousness.

The thing that seems to differentiate the data he was reading from the data stream provided by the Ethereal Horizon, was that the consciousnesses he was interacting with through the Ethereal Horizon. They didn't have real memories, did they exist or not. Are we still close to G-d?

But what are we putting in the time-capsule?

Heavy slabs made of obsidian slammed down from a black mountain in the distance.

Jhinn's mechanical body lurches to life,
turning with grinding precision toward the source of the noise.
The helmet's neck joint protests with a tortured screech, but
Jhinn's will to stay alert is stronger than the machine's resistance.