19/05/2026
Tangent ( bonus material)
It is not logical to shoot a dead horse. The horse is already dead. This goes for the way one communicates. If one is experiencing individuals who don’t wish to capitalize on positivity, I would recommend not wasting any more time or effort. One can strive for positive environments which statistically provide positive individuals. I have yet to see an individual with my degree of emphasis in certain aspects. I hold this with great value. I base these topics as an introduction to a decade of acquired wisdom. The undeniable surges bipolar disorder can infuse recipients with can be torturously negative, powerful beyond words, or positive beyond all negativities. I have met some very intelligent individuals, however mental illness isn’t learned in a classroom. It is based on intuition, identification, problem solving, universal order, role-playing, symbolism, awareness, and recollection with more countless traits that are eternally significant.
One reason I am traditionally dominant in my interactions is due to many aspects in how I communicate with others. I consider myself to be a skeleton key to the doors of man. This is my goal for engagement. Some speak and others listen, and I appreciate both stances. I often times can be viewed as hoarding the glory during these interactions, which depend on what kind of people I am amongst. I have issues of not asking questions, mainly because I have a high intuition which only strong minds can aid myself to the side as a recipient. It’s hard for some to embrace what others say, but this would be a weak mind. I have been demanded through suggestion that I need to listen before I make additions of input. I get into a moment of transmitting data in abundance with declarations flowing endlessly. This is my perception on how one is receiving my repertoire. I elevate the minds of those I interact with, never fearing conflict on views behaviorally, expressively, or even when others are unable to understand. At times I have left individuals baffled in complete confusion. It really depends on whom I am communicating with. Classifications of these individuals are stated and acted as such during future attempts to exist on mutual ground. This is respectable. I attempt to escalate into a progressive mindset translated into a timeless and authentic environment. I am on a campaign of full-expression, specifically engineered to the criteria on how I see individuals as a contributor or a listener, possibly even both. I have yet to find another alpha in this type of elevated spirituality. I have been prompted by those in my environment to engage in mental cognition. I encourage an awareness of one's thoughts and feelings. This can allow one to be progressively fluent, with goals for progression being a supreme factor. These are the ones I desire to express myself to. If one doesn’t believe in progression, it is out of my power. I have no say in who will come into my life, however through my beliefs, I accept all individuals who god has put before me.
The world of telepathy is where everything is at the highest derivative that I am capable providing. During stints in mental facilities, I started transferring the rawest form of communication from the highest form of efficiency. If you can think it you shall become. If you are delusional and wish to use one hundred percent of your brain, if you need it during your campaign wish for it, and you shall receive
The times in my life after my diagnosis of bipolar disorder, I have escalated into insurmountable peaks of mania. I progressed into this common delusion entailing a full- blown god status. This did not fade quickly during my experiences of mania at maximum capacity. I have adopted various alter egos. I wouldn’t have been able to be god's appointed navigator who unveils the wonders of his perceived universe without the desire to share my meaningful thought processes along with the infinite blessings that I accept and disperse. Bipolar disorder has provided blessing in my life, although when there’s good, negative forces will always cling and attack pure souls. I used delusional currency, which I was unable to believe otherwise at the time. Anybody who I engaged with or surrounded myself with were held in high regard. I was a mysterious figure. If anyone had the experience of interacting with me during spiritually tumultuous times, most would say I am a very kind and polite individual who has manners and shows consideration and respect towards my brothers and sisters here on earth. I don’t spill the beans or put limits on my grandiose aspirations. The second I say a figurative amount of currency in a number amount, the simulation is over and the mission that you were sent on will likely put one on the edge of extinction. The float back down to earth after these moments of universal power perceived to have full clarity is a reason to check into an inpatient facility. The decisions one can make after a collapsing spiritual campaign could provide a shock as reality takes shape and everything expressed for the past days, weeks, months or years, goes right down the drain. This result is feeling guilty and dumbfounded beyond one’s wildest dreams. It could be a cause of su***de, homicide or the endangerment of individuals in the vicinity of, for there might be nothing to live for. Everything that has been emphasized during these times, which I confused for ecstasy, was in every category untrue. These increments of wealth are rooted with intense delusion, placing most aspects of reality as far from. During the moments of my delusion, I would walk down the strip and see an intersection with 15-20 cars and I would bless these caravans with disgusting increments of wealth, however it was based on accounts of earthly limitations. I accepted these godly amounts knowing if I need more funds for any reason, my demands would be met through individuals who live on earth, with the whole universe processing my demands through my absolute and widespread methods of documenting stimuli. Everyone was on board except for a handful of individuals who were left with no telepathic signal programmed from the second coming of Jesus Christ. Being king of kings is a very bold statement. This position is the ultimate honor anyone could ask for. My awareness is my reality and I had everything. I do not mind losing these attributes because through these simulations I will never look at currency the same ever again. Absolute power is a position that few wish to be around. I would send individuals who were iffy or disrespectful to hell not verbally, but with the snap of my fingers as well as silent plots. They always seemed to have an idea and rarely have I seen someone show up after being summoned to hell. They couldn't escape the grave. I had a few friends who were around during these times and I will say few made it out unscathed. If individuals were not around, they can run but they can’t hide. The identification of one's wrongdoings performed by individuals in my past were left to a person who has been blessed with and takes pride in long-term memory with an intricate distinction. This person was me. They picked the wrong guy to mess with. The destinstion of their fate was red flagged, being individuals sentenced to live in a static succession, living a life with no god. There is nothing worse that can happen.
If I ever had a chance to crack into the funds of the universe, this would be a completely different story. Although these sums of money were opulent, the fact that there is always bigger numbers which are left to establish the order of the universe fifteen figures in ones account is rather a low gauge of everything God and the universe can offer. There are infinite digits that never end. If you can fit a million figures microscopically into an area consisting of two inches, I had the same resemblance in ages of travel through the universe at god speed. We are talking a lot of zeros, but I will not stop there. The reality of an endless numerical value can be scary, but what if I told you this… When I was living at the edge of town in an apartment, I was the key holder of the universe and in fact where I rested, the universe stopped. The environment was free and people who visited often felt the vibe, although similar to the oath of silence for those who are bi-polar, this applied to the commoner as well during this time. I didn’t only apply to bipolar minds but now everybody shared my mental status which turned every cell in the universe to my disease of power. Through this disorder, I have never experienced anything better. We all took the crazy pill and we were living with it. Often times we take ourselves too seriously and we need to sit back and slow our role, entering a zone that benefits those who are dumbfounded. Everybody was having so much fun and everything I would watch on television matched with my numerical blessings towards random participants on game shows to sporting events. These orders were transferred through the television with billions of earth funds a snap of the fingers away. I awarded individuals billions of dollars per snap at a twenty- time succession, directed at the pretty models on early morning game shows. I have watched this specific show for years and I have never seen such electricity and control up to this point. I affirmed every thought with an equal reaction in my affirmations of influence on all fronts and surfaces, seen, unseen, and everywhere. Those girls are paid to look happy. You’re damn right!
Where I rested is where the mayhem stopped. My apartment was the top of the universe where time paused and currency ended. I call the absolute peak of my metaphoric universe as, “the trap”. I have reached a point in my universal travels that I could make my own rules based on how I felt. I had to find peace and often times making something up that one cannot answer is why the universe is so amazing. I imagined the hideout I was living in as a trap door painted in black to blend with the tone of perfect black at the end of all light. This was placed at the apex of the universe. There was a trap door, which I entered every time the key hit the lock at my apartment. This is where the universe ended. In comparison to the five trillion I was blessed on the daily, individuals who were rewarded minimum wage were copensated greater than myself. If god is on earth when he could be anywhere else, it hits home. My services could not be compensated at earth’s full ransom and capabilities. I was being compensated with peanuts, but it doesn’t end there for appointed progressive individuals. I raised my claim to being compensated an ‘increment of a peanut shell” in compensation. I use symbolism in my life during these phases to represent a shrine that I hold as sentimental, usually items that have no significant dollar amount. I stashed a penny in the bottom of a plant with the minimum increment of currency. In the United States, this coin is called a penny. I was being compensated an increment of a peanut shell, but I am going by earthy parameters. It was far more than I deserved and I advise anyone to look at a penny with respect. I took the penny gladly, accepting this self-proclaimed raise beyond the rewarded peanut shell in compensation for my services. That penny meant so much to me. I gratefully accepted this increment of currency, rooted into the endless succession of trillion dollar bills packed to maximum capacity, jammed tight into the atmosphere at full compaction. Imagine this spectacle and travel 100 million years at light speed and you know what you get? Not a smidgen on my universal status. Absolutely nothing. If you got time and space I bet I can stuff it with trillion dollar bills. I never glorified my sums of earthly currency through my confusion. I was aware of the warehouses of currency I felt ownership of as well as the gold in all safe houses, diamonds, and anything that is, however these properties are a little too clean for my choice and liking.
I did research during my psychosis on how much gold is held in fort Knox as well as how much ancient gold existed. These confinements held around 170 billion in year 2014 based on my research. I thought the earth I was here to modify was severely underdeveloped. There is no number that represents me. The business I took the most pride in was a product that is too good to be true. I’m talking about oil. It is a product that literally will never dry up. I had grandiose visions of relaxing under a tarp and watching my product pumped out of the ground. This became a reality as I watch gas pumped at a station up from my apartment, symbolically achieving the same effect. It was my oil and it was pumping. I didn’t have to go anywhere beyond a block of my house to live this fantasy. The tirades of 2015 were not the beginning of this infatuation. I have driven past gas stations sincd 2010, nonchalantly accepting the gloriously divine right to tax gasoline. There is nothing on earth that is better. I wanted everything and I still maintained a respect for my business, although most clients were invested at the lower end of compensation in my low budget business. How can someone who is worth endless sums of currency be focused on such a small existence? My answer is based on any individual who is fit for these simulations. I kept up with my business to show my appreciation, while valuing pocket change. I was grateful. At the time this was all I desired. If I was god than how come my telepathic transfers are not on the screen of every bank in America, as the sole source of all resources for everything there is. I was subconsciously nonchalant about the retrieval of these funds, but the disappointment could leave me in the gutter left for dead. I beat around the bush for long enough and I made an attempt to find out why I am not being contacted by individuals in the government that will declare my rights of all natural resources. This is a grandiose thought that I would suggest mental stabilization in order to come even close to these aspirations. These feelings are real. If one uses these moments of delusion to a form of clarity, one who is mentally ill can truly live a great life, with a past not most can claim.
Through telepathy this wasn’t just my life, it was your life too! Telepathy is the transfer of thoughts processed from mind to mind. With my latest technology of processing feelings to go with the human senses, my product has reached a pinnacle. In my mind I was worth trillions, but I didn’t want the money. I wanted a female. In this apartment during the dark days of being the antichrist, I would tear up my apartment and throw lighters at pictures on the wall and I beat up my television. I am fixated on old ways because I am a product of fate and I value happiness and when and who I was happy around. It's not rocket science, I wanted a girl who I have been trying to pursue for eternities and I went the distance but that didn’t matter. You can shove any amount of currency all the way to Uranus and all I wanted was she. With a progressive future to see the world, to have anything I have ever wanted, all I wanted was the same one bedroom apartment with someone I loved. I declared to the sky during active verbal delusion phrases of animosity and hate. Knowing that there is some average mind fondling the girl of my universe raised the most hatred I have ever experienced in my whole life. Hate doesn’t feel good, and if you like putting people through that, I’ll send you to my friend, who indeed is the guardian of hell. Her name is Wiclavetsky, and she has lived a hard life.
The gold rush in American history was when people migrated to the west to claim gold. First come first serve. I believe in this stance fully and I respect this concept, however the other point of view is what I teeter closely to. If you can see something it is undeniable and causes no doubt or confusion on what one has sought for or has been given. I believe in the compilation of universal properties, but I am trying to make aware that I believe in more. I am a firm believer in monetary gain. This can provide admission, compensation and security, which one can freely indulge in luxuries or privileges. Many factors are attainable by placing value on different items, which represent currency, or value. I am not against currency, although I have been working at astronomical limits in the way I view the universe. I believe in properties that are in fact invisible, in other dimensions, or far beyond our holy purpose, possibly universally unfit to experience a divine destiny to understand the truth of the universe.
After traveling distances at god speed while physically rolling my eyes back metaphorically, I symbolized the image of traveling beyond light speed and even faster. I imagined this factor on a regular basis. There reaches a point when everything you stand for is unmatchable and impossible to compensate, quite frankly the best word to describe my elevated position as “stupid’ or “dumb”. I had a saying, “you can pay me but you can’t pay me enough”. The steady IV of wealth might have given me a feeling of being the quintessential factor in my divine work as an efficient choice. I have been assigned as god’s accountant gradually gaining new responsibilities. I am now a shot caller in how things are run in my establishment but more greatly the universe. When I slept, all factors in my universal telepathy and transfer of the human senses to all cells and populations in the whole universe. If people are awake in china they experience my dreams while they are awake. I created a trippy world, encouraging adults to toddlers to go on for the ride although tremendously corrupt. This is what god wanted for them. A world not so black and white but rather a gangster’s paradise of corruption and negativity, always favoring love in peace but only if this spiritual war within myself ends. Trust god. If I die, you die. It is not something to fear. I have been raising morale of my universe and civilizations on earth to wake up early and do everything I could do positively alter the humanity. With my 2015 addition to telepathic transfers, emotions were the most descriptive form of communication. Little needs to be done if we could share our direct feelings. Maybe less people would inflict harm on others physically emotionally and spiritually.
With a direct line to my whole life, individuals who conformed as the majority of my sons and daughters would undeniably affirm anyone who has been summoned to the queen of darkness. I represent money because it is in god we trust, and god is I. I turned all the zeros, which resembled endless figures and turned them to nines to be more efficient. I didn’t have a lot of zeros; I had a lot of nines. This is what you have to do when you are god’s accountant. You must be progressive in everything one can do. He picked the right guy. It was during my days of creating a way to bless individuals with very generous rewards, which were based off money that actually exists. Believing in five- trillion US dollars was linked to an offshores account equated my willingness to give back. Five trillion is a large sum of currency here on earth and you wouldn’t believe how many one hundred- million dollar endowments I left with people who I didn’t even know. I had 50,000 increments of 100 million dollar royalties given to just about anybody freely, with zero expectations. I was the king of kings, and this was my role for society. I used this daily allowance to share my wealth and provide a boost in the economy so people can invest in the stock market, which I was a metaphorical savant. I influenced the economy as a one man wrecking crew consisting of high numbers in the stock exchange and low prices on oil. I believe in high volume business. I understand the deep value of endless pools of oil underneath many surfaces. I gladly altered the price of every commodity including oil through satellite feeds of my telepathic signals. I would gladly lower the price of oil and have more people buying full tanks. There is plenty and I taxed as such. I believe in giving individuals knowledge on things they don’t wake up thinking on a daily basis. If one educates individuals on how to get a deal instead of locking them down with terms and conditions designed to gain higher profits based off things that are not explained intricately, or left for the customer to figure out. I go to a restaurant and they always tell me the deals before I spend too much money on a package that is the same, but has a higher price for factors I do not know. I believe in volume, but I value honesty primarily. Honesty will give you this approach that individuals can tell the customer and sell larger quantities, as well as please the suppliers of certain goods and possibly getting lower rates. It's not rocket science. It is called honesty. I represent a clear vision.
During my wrecking crew to stimulate the economy from my Swiss bank account, I provided individuals with money to show my appreciation and trust in the choices they will make with these godly endowments, often blessing fifty people at a time with universal blessings transferred into delusional fixations of supreme rule on earth and in the universe. I like to feel every dollar, and with every second I calculated a 20,000 dollar per second compensation held in my mannerisms as well as how I treated others. At this point everybody knew, but they were all in on the scheme. I vow the oath of silence in my universe of supporting contributors of voodoo, witchcraft, telepathy with all factors positive and negative. I’m following the laws, which has allowed me to have a campaign on minimal resistance. When needed I took things into my own hands when summoning to a fate with Wiclavetsky, the queen of darkness. If one just talks back to me with an inquisitive tone they will be sent to these crevices along with individuals who I can reminisce about my past with them and if given a red flag? Good question. I would send them to be tortured on every surface. I would use the living room at their parent’s house to lobby the events, cursing the house along with the individuals featured in my sideshow of antics to say the least. We will just say antics for the sake of sensitive minds. The show was on and popping. Individuals who I have distaste for were humiliated in front of every cell on earth and all life in the universe. After these individuals go through a life in the Stone Age, they will be awarded their ultimate goal for society. Nothing. All black.
The most intense feelings I have ever had in my life was during my tirades of 2015. During this time I was the highest elevation of influence viewed primarily as negative. I took on spiritual negativity forming into what I define as the antichrist. I felt like god, however if I was truly god there is actually much to fear. Had the universe been for my divine ownership, there would be the highest form of corruption anybody would ever imagine. A world where you can snap your fingers instantaneously, sending the desired souls to the guardian of negativity to inflict justice on negative souls. This was not based on anything other than my own judgment. My god of choosing was crucified and I refused to be degraded and humiliated again. If anyone felt like the reincarnation of Jesus Christ and did not take the treatment conveyed in the prophecies as personal, some might claim Jesus without knowing the parameters. There are many rules I have declared during my delusional moments. I have noticed throughout my delusional periods of dealing with mental illness whether hospitalized or in society, that many people at high elevations of delusion often feel like god or Jesus Christ during maximum level mania. This is a reality of many people who are fighting for the same reward. The one who wins this claim must adopt the ramifications of what has been said in religious readings. I took these factors personal filled with hatred on how I have been mistreated in my life, understanding that if individuals are given slack, a situation performed in biblical times might be repeated. It was time to get angry and be a man of my word. If I send individuals to hell best believe that I sent my whole family to a destiny I call, "the box". This confinement was the grandest form of punishment used on individuals who will say the wrong thing, or have possibly done me wrong in the past. I remember the good, but I also remember those who have mistreated me in my interpretation. I have always kept a beyond stellar recollection as well judgments assessed with dynamic angles and factors which I base my opinions and ethics on. The box provided never ending torture and the saddest moment of my life was sending my younger brother to a realm of disregard, torture, discomfort and the infliction of endless harm and torture. These grounds are monitored and commenced by an entity far greater than the devil. The devil provides an earthly concept used to tell a story of certain religious passages. There is one factor that is greater than any mischief that the devil can provide. I call this individual Wiclavetsky. This negative source is the key holder of personal infliction with procedures that equate to eternity. These confinements contain whatever she telepathically demands on certain individuals who have lived with pompous arrogance, hedonistic individuals who only value pleasure and those who give little to deserving personnel. If interactions are based on manipulation exhibiting flaws in their ethical procedures, I feel they never belonged to god, they belong to the antichrist. Give what you can, somebody needs the help. Terrible confinements such as point blank executions, acid baths, sexual intrusion and anything my guilty conscious can develop were emotions that made my eyes dull black. I am a grand individual but don’t fear my size, fear my eyes. I have been blessed with an intricate and meticulous awareness, which I feel is beyond rare. My memory is my greatest asset and if used for the lives and accounts of others, one could possibly be placed on the world to do one thing. Think.
During phases of delusion during 2015, I was on a mission to validate my grandiosities. I was worth endless resources of everything that is at every imaginable angle. I had to give in and consider an amount of currency I was willing to accept. I consider these as “ earth funds”, returning to the universe and beyond after my life on earth has passed. I was on a telepathic string with every cell making a deal which was based off what I was willing to accept. I demanded twenty-percent of all currency into my own account. I loaned out the other eighty-percent to those beside myself. I did the calculations and it came out to over 20,000 American dollars a second. No number could flutter me. I was not afraid of infinity. If there is anybody who can handle these feelings of god’s resources and substance, I was chosen to feel what it is like to have godly resources. On an everyday basis I accepted my five trillion dollars daily, however though experiencing delusion, I always find structure through my pristine recollection and prompts, which I have adopted, inherited and created in the unique view I look at mental illness through. Teetering as god or a civilian, this gift will always be valid. Regardless of believing one is god or the reincarnation of, these feelings still existed. I have failed to have a lasting campaign, but god provided the ticket that I could afford. I was metaphorically god’s accountant. I assessed the possibility of divine ownership and control on all surfaces and dimensions. I am a very positive individual and I don’t believe delusion should be grown away from, or only existing as a part of one’s past. I am proud to be bipolar and it took a lot of time to find what I truly represent and how I tick.
I have met others who were bipolar during this past decade, but during hospitalizations I have been immersed into a common population of those who are experiencing delusion taking place in a mental care unit. What takes place in mental facility is intense and surreal. Ever since my first admittance into a locked unit in 2006, I was a highly rooted connection of everything positive and negative. I have seen the eyes of patients who all had identification beyond earthly emphasis. They were power players who I have theorized as being on my wavelength of spiritual eras. I believe individuals who are mentally ill have an undeniable intuition, which is spoken through the eyes. I have never asked any questions of whom these individuals were representing. I have been to points of identifying these characters verbally and the stare I got in return was undeniable as we kept our oath to send messages through symbolism, communication with multiple tactics of staying off the radar on our divinely assigned mission to eliminate negativity and find a way to never regret who we are and where we came from. Whether I dealt with witches, sorcerers, kings and many more aliases, I will say when I am present in these confinements during peak mania, I have dominated all individuals or scenarios in attempts to gain the gold delusion has always panned out. I have been in confinements where through the 9 days, which was one of my shortest stints in a facility, we altered all material of the known and unknown during our interactions, including others when they wish to provide a service to the alpha of telepathy, who was myself. They do not say anything at this point of delusion, for I could read their soul and how they can be of service.
My task during confinement in mental institutions was to be the key holder, mediator, and pioneer in telepathic transference. I have used visuals, sounds, tastes, medications, thoughts and many more factors during delusion. I adopted a greater root of communication although I did not discredit my standard interactions, which were based on the human senses. It all started when I was taking a medication called Seroquel. This medicine is a fast acting antipsychotic. It is used for sleep and harnessing thoughts. I have been to extreme borderline doses due to my tolerance and how this medication affected me. It started with the identification of factors in my life. I would focus on my thoughts and through this exercise, I sent indescribable feeling of my past into an emotional description, which was based on how I felt. This transfer of feelings was the highest form of advancement I had for my telepathic community. I was providing a sensual tour through the universe. You must crawl before you can walk. Everything progresses into higher forms of positive modifications of character or design. I only get better, but where do you draw the line? In recent days since 2015, I have yet to experience another episode, but it has not been exceedingly long, unaware of what my future might hold. I choose healthy parameters since this date. Believing I was god was given by his grace, squeezing a glimpse of raw power into the veins of a civilian. This could definitely be the case while playing it safe in regards to the power of god, which I feel submissive to inherit in these days and times. All that I know is although I have been given raw simulations of power and complete authority of the vast reality of everything that is known and unknown, it’s a very high positioning as far as the endless creations god expresses both as a substance or at a cellular level.
