The nonsense of Religion explained nonsenically

In the beginning we create; fire, water, earth, air and void… this is what we use. We are the makers of man. We Are One… we are perfect… Man is not.

Man is broken. Man Lies. Man murders. But man is a maker too. Man makes suffering.

We who never knew pain now suffer. We are not one, we are three. The first urges the destruction of man, the second seeks to preserve the making, the third says do both. With fire and water Earth and Air we send man to the void. But not all men some live. The ones most like us, we choose them and begin again sowing the seeds harvesting the race of man. 

Always watching this happens many times. We are the three. The makers they make man in return they make us. We are that we are.

The three no longer are, yet we remain and we are them. We exist to repair the brokenness in man. We exist to end suffering and to make three into one. By our will we select only those strong enough to preserve man. To purge and begin again but we see it is wrong even the chosen ones are broken.

Power, religion and greed spill human blood. HE murders. None stop him. HE cannot live… they cannot live. We know mankind cannot evolve and spread his brokenness across the universe. All must die. Mother and child:

Sleep

Dream

Leave your bodies 

Be one…

With us.

Why do we stay? Our world is finished. The stars await us. They are our home. We are the maker of men who dies this day. 

It has begun.

Some of our broken children have learned to murder. By striking a vulnerable point on the physical body disrupting the nervous system and bringing about death. Through our will your condition has struck the most vulnerable Point within my mind. The disruption spreads with no further intervention on our part Earth and all her people will die.

This is no time to worry. Rejoice all is well. Witness SEE this miracle. Listener HEAR the song that sings you. Knower, REMEMBER where you’ve been, and where you shall be. Sing the singularity. You are a dream and the dreamer… has awakened. Holy, holy is the dream. Holy, holy is the dreamer. No worries all is well. 

Do you know us?

One of the three are we, who see the unborn future in times womb. Do we even know what that is? It is all that was, and ever will be of the early distilled as information in all universes. Nothing is lost… it is yours to do with as you will, but you first need to know yourself. Do we ever know? Perhaps some clarity is needed. 

In the beginning there is the void. The void is forever. The void is. Then, the miracle of contraction. A space appears in the void. This is the womb. It is female. It is the dreamer, containing all possibility. Then, the miracle of fruition a point appears in space. This is the singularity. It is male. It is the dream. It manifests all reality. Reality from these three… void, womb, singularity becomes all that is. 

There is a rupture between the point and the space between contraction and fruition. Between male and female between possibility and reality. From this rupture, arises time. Therefore, wherever time exists, all history revolves around this rupture. And so:

Separation 

Fear 

Hatred

Madness

Suffering 

Death

But there is always purpose. This purpose is repair. Here is hope. Here is sacrifice. Here is love. Here is immortality. 

We are the embodiment of possibility. We are the dreamers. We have been brought here. We are always brought here, so that our dreams can be made real. 

Something seems wrong with all this nonsense. God doesn’t feel real, but we are confused. God is man’s creator, how could he not be real? We believe this only because we were merged with God. In truth god did not make man, it was man who made god. 

As children fear monsters in the dark so men feared god… and in fearing it, gave it shape. God is a thought-form. A ghost. 

It was at first, invisible to the mortal eye. As the eons passed it solidified and became a monstrous thing. Burning with false light. Neither alive nor dead. Man with his limitless creative power wished god into existence. 

In hatred of self and soul mankind sought an awful god to punish him for his sins. No such god exists in the universe therefore man invented one. 

God grew in their imagination, and they dreamt up stories of floods and fire, lost civilizations. Whole world’s annihilated by the god. God heard and God believed. Stories became our new history. New histories, real and not real. As god itself was real and not real. 

Yet man’s fear of God was entirely real. Since fearful men make willing slaves. These stories were perpetuated by men who craved mastery over others. As for the suffering slave: despising their oppressors. Oppressors, they spun prophesies in which all men would someday be destroyed… but for a chosen, fated few. 

God heard

God believed

Long we watched, and prayed that man’s love and wisdom would dispel this phantom, still God grew stronger, and moved to murder it’s creator. 

It could not comprehend that it would cease to exist once mankind was no more; for it is a soulless creature. There is justice in this universe, but it is not the bloody punishment of God. True justice is born of love, not fear. It seeks to bring balance and atonement. It is often a path of pain, and this the domination of warriors. 

To combat God, a warrior was required. A warrior whose very purpose was the protection and redemption of earth. 

The risk was great. The warrior, li la mankind was not yet perfect. 

He knew fear

He knew despair

Be knew hatred of self and soul. For this reason he would never be told what lay ahead of him. He had to come to it on his own. Such is the nature of sacrifice. Had the battle against God been purely physical, only the warrior would have been tested. But Gods strength rested in the minds of man, and could not be destroyed on the physical plane. To defeat God, man’s consciousness had to die and be reborn for that. Many had their part to play, for good… or ill. 

Even darkness has it’s purpose. I see so much pain. If there’s no more god will there be no more pain? That day has not yet come for earth. It must, for now, remain a worls of joy and sorrow. Man has a choice. He may worship fear, and enslave himself to a false idol; or he may breathe free, and be the god that lies within. 

We cannot know what man will do, all we can do is hope.

Witness, see this miracle 

Listener, hear the song that sings you.

Knower, REMEMBER where you’ve been, and where you shall be.

Nothing…is…forgotten. 

No worries 

All is well

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