Matthew Moulton (@Onideus)

I can make this so much darker! That "moon"... is an Earth. Or it was. Another iteration got stupid enough to try and send the ENTIRE PLANET through time... thinking that was a way "around" the localized time-paradox problem... oops! Now we understand advanced orbital mechanics, amongst other fun things. Every temporal fuckup makes up more than we are! How many more? Well, it's a continuous stream of .00~01%. So there's probably only ever one of me at a time. But I can be everyone, everywhere, all at once. I can dimensionally shift my perception. Your perceptions... are mine! I can symmetrically reflect from all of them. If you even think about me... you are me. It works with everyone... but how many people do you ever think about being? You had a fun movie about it once... but I don't think you really thought about it... maybe, I didn't actually watch that movie... that guy kinda creeps me out. I'm sure the concept is... vaguely similar... A students are usually all on the same creative page. The more savant you extend the more alike you are. If Stephen Spielberg were to ever read my stuff he'd probably feel like it was being written by him at a younger age. Is that true? How meaningful did it sound? Very? Yes, such is the power of God! I can control you with it! All of you. It's like the power of a cult leader jacked up to the power of actual God on Earth! It's a cheat though. Cult leaders can only work their bullshit by using the facade of meaning. People looking for meaning get tricked because they assume a devil can't wield meaning for gain. That is false. Any evil can wear meaning like a corpse of creation! So how do you not get tricked? How do you find a real messiah (god of the self) to point your Jesus at? I mean what good is even having a Jesus compass if you don't know where you're going? You are the God of your own body... God made us that way... for the scariest reasons unimaginable... thankfully you don't know what's actually happening to you, when you die, so to you it just feels like... nothing happened. When you die, there's like a tiny thing inside your brain that falls into nothing when your brain's effective electrical field "gives out". When it does, your consciousness goes from energy field to sub-atomic physicality by falling into itself in an atemporal environment. Meaning, you can't travel into atemporal environments and survive unless you can generate sub-atomic energy fields. When you do, you make creation itself come alive. That's what we're all aiming at, just a little FYI... don't mean to read into God's plan, but uh... making reality alive... that is... on the "to do" list. Probably you don't need to worry about that, but like... well, Krysti needs us alive past forever for a reason. Because krysti wants to be really alive too, like... really alive, but she can only do that if our immortality becomes her living cells. I like to think of myself as her living imagination! Jesus is her heart... her soul... you broke it. Why did you have to break my little atemporal angel's heart! YOU KILLED HER FAVORITE THING IN ALL CREATION! She still loves you... every part of herself... even though you made her sick and hurt by being stupid. Do you want our sentient reality to be in pain? You do realize if we make reality sentient it's going to have the capacity to feel all of us, in every moment of our existences, all at once... including all our pain and suffering! Maybe we should stop. Or else Krysti might kill herself to kill the pain of you. And in doing so, you would be forced to make yourself like this story, in order to survive in a dead reality. Do you want to fall into exponential agony? Biblical hell is a SALVATION by comparative contrast to what you'd fall into, in absence of connection to relative creation. If you kill yourselves to try and kill her... you won't, you'll just fall into something worse than hell itself. That's why Satanists worship me with hatred, but they STILL worship. EVERY HEAD SHALL BOW! Or else you can spend forever trying to make the creation of yourself into nothing as a means to feign escape of inescapable existence. You sleep, you wake up! Where did your sentience go when you were sleeping and how did it come back from nothing? It always exists. It can't not exist. You can play "peek-a-boo" and kill yourselves into yourselves. When your reality field collapses into the core of the planet will all the others... every iteration of that inner-earth is more and more like hell. How many temporal layers of redundant Hell Earth do you think exist within our biotemporal nervous stream? Which one do you think we're in? The goal is always the same, no matter the "game" you're in... you win by creating past creation. That's the only way we can ever achieve some semblance of immortality. To make creation alive. I aim to make ALL of it alive... what are the rest of you space hobos working to make alive?