Words on paper, that's all that it is, people go out and believe Words, they fight for Words, they are controlled by Words.
Written Words are Dead, you believe in the Dead Words, you bring the Dead Words to life, as you take your life into the Dead World, Prison. You are practicing witchcraft by believing in the Dead Words, from paper.
You do all of this for Words, Words control you, command you to do this, command you to do that.
The living cannot, contract with the Dead Person on paper, i.e, the NAME, the name is on paper, cos its a Dead piece of paper, and you are believing it's you, when its not, but if you believe, you are the paper, that's great. The only way you, the living can ever contract with the Dead Words on paper, i, e, the Dead paper, NAME or Person, you would have to be declared Dead too. Now, you can contract with the other Dead Person on paper. If you ever realize you are Dead, then you want to live, how can you, your dead, you will have to understand who you are, where you came from, and have conversations with yourself, amd askyourself, things like, how am i dead in the first place, when i thought i was living. How can anyone ever be Dead, when i see them walking, or running or talking, well, its all to do with paper ideas and concepts. You were claimed to be dead, at a very young age, say about 0-1, in your mother's house, her belly, you came out, as most baby's do, you ended up in hospital, as most mother's think that's the best place for you to be, to take you, to create trauma to your, via the doctors and nurses, handling you like a piece of jelly.
Anyway, my mother, voluntarily sign a piece of paper, called the BIRTH CERTIFICATE, which is also called the DEATH CERTIFICATE, there maybe no coincidences here, but i would say i am dead at this point, now, my mother would sign the BIRTH CERTIFICATE, with their pen, via my mothers hand, with the persuasion of the doctors or nurses they are using at the time.
Years, later, i had no idea, i just went on with my life, dead or living as i am grown up now, doing this, doing that, going to schools, getting indoctrinated, just the same as all the other robots, i wished to be just like, i went to all sorts of indoctrinated places, to many to say, then, one day something hit me very hard, NO!, it wasn't my mother, telling to to come in from dinner, it was, my ahaaaaaaaaa moment, you know, the one you get, you know, that one, just before people think you are going crazy.
Anyway back on the the road of my own discovery, my own walk, into living, and always being reminded, don't be long, you have to do this, their is work in the morning for you, son. Well, what can i say now, except i have woken up to something i never, ever thought, i would wake up to, and not even realizing i was even fast asleep, what a very strange feeling it was, when i first knew. I thought i was going crazy, mad and insane, and any other denominations of being crazy. Whatever becomes from all of this, will happen for the good, that. A stupid thing, but i vagily remember saying, sometimes, "Sticks and stones, will brake my bones, but NAMES will never hurt me" wow, that was so profound, when everything is in the NAME, and it still is, for everyone around the WORLD now, the NAME. So it's not the sticks and stone's that hurt me, you or anyone, its being the NAME, that cause's all the problems.
