I have nothing and even if i had everything, i wouldnt be happy as long as the world isnt in love and harmony, i try to help people become aware of the problems we are facing, and i no longer have my family because of this. they are all abusive anyways, and waking uo to that left me with no one i can trust, besides my wife but she is in jail but ive never been really able to trust her because the things shes done, mostly because she doesnt admit it when caught, i do if i do something and im asked i will admit it to her my friends and my family, none of them return the favor, i dont do much that would bring me to be questioned besides drugs. i only do them because i look around and the majority of people dont really know freedom, freedom is not being told your free, but really we are slaves, they own us if we stopped working and wanted to live in harmony they wouldnt allow it, everyone wants happiness and love, yet everyone finds they are angry sad and hateful. and i tell them we can change this by just working and following their rules but we could love one another unconditionally as we all know we can. the powers wouldnt have anyone willing to manipulate and harm others, they would fall by just us using love. no wars, no famine, no man made diseases, no gmo food, no poisons and hormons put in food just to profit. its so simple and nobody seems to notice the majority are deep asleep. what they dont know is that the ego binds the soul to body and this bind alliws the soul to be corrupt, and if you disolve it you can freely behave on your true spirit self and heal. i found a blueprint thru logic a layout i cant speak but can feel, i cant lead you because i cant show you the unseen, if you cant see unseen you cant see yourself.
i feel suicidal i wont do it, but i feel the urge its runs thru my mind all day, i think of ways to do it, like im satisfying a sick addiction. addicted to death drinking life and its bitter nectar, craving the sweet taste of death, and knowing death is the birth of the soul bringing with it the knowledge of the body a graduation of sorts i sit with my diploma, and i cant attend work for if i become the teacher and leave behind the student, theres no going back, but if i dont become the teacher, the student will become a bitter tone in the tea of life. stuck unable to be what once was within grasp. unless i travel thru the corroridors of my memorys and find the student and teach him nothing, and have the student teach me. and become what i would now.
follow my lesson young grasshoppers, i feel renewed sense of purpose maybe you capable beings of love like i can follow.
i am hopeful each time i try to help some folliw the truth.
You aren’t alone.