older souls before the Spirit of God

[Money]

jesus christ jack

[Jack]

jack i feel for you. from your other posts, it seems like you got fired, or for some reason, just hate your boss and your place in life. that's how this all started from what i can see...

as far as this "cave" you desparately hide in, come on out into the light. your soul isn't meant to hide in the dark.

love isn't all the same. yah u say u love me, and you love women, but you love them differently, like you've said.

the world isn't as bleak as you'd like to think it is, and you're not alone in it

my soul, too, is hungry, but not for what you seek. you seek others to feel you, so you can feel them, but who you really need to feel is yourself. All this nodding, and mocking, its easy to get caught up.

time is relevant: a moment lasts forever, a lifetime an istant. Dont' spend so much time in a cave. Not all souls are black, leave room for grey area.

from your words i weep and thank you my friend and as my tears seep out between the cracks in my crust i feel that you too although different, have an understanding of the crust i speak of but i can't help to think that even now i am feeding my soul split seconds mocks and nods and lacks of commas and that is why i feel this pleasure because it is so quickly gone and this gap in the depths of my soul can not be filled by fork and steak, i am sorry my friend for i was reading your words and although not mocking i'm nodding and in my nodding my soul was being fed these split seconds that the conquering bosses of the world feel and my crust thickens and i'm feeling the cracks crawl back into the cave fearful of this gray

im finding it hard although not giving up to move from my cave when i am it, i can not travel the earth without sliding in the cave for without sliding i have never moved. if i step into the light what is to become of my soul if it joins the men who band together and mock and nod? although i should shed much crust and my soul would find the strength to pull itself the grass and branches of the world would my crust still grow in search of this love, if the grass and branches move me so far from my cave where can i go, where can i go if the thick crust of my soul is gone and i join the black souls of the earth who crawl and scrape not at the wall that i scrape at but at each other, scraping each other to be a conquering boss and for that split second where they were born and died in an instant they feel fed, what if i to feel fed and my soul conquers me and i lose all thought of the love of man and my feet are warmed on tile

i feel my crust thickening now even with feeling your love my friend dank and for this i am frightened and my hands are not able and my mind is not developed enough to break free from the crust of my soul, although withered and black and thick with crust how do i defeat this cave and if i can scratch at this wall of mocks and nods reaching from this cave i am still fearful of pulling myself so far from the strength of its walls, its pain its screaming its love that my soul may be fed like those of the conquering bosses that i may lose all sight of what this love for man is, my friend isn't suffering yet feeling more love and pleasure than you ever have for man not worth more than to be born and wither into the ground absorbed by branch and grass to peer from the earth and mock and nod with fork and steak and crust so thick?

but please my friend do not be upset with me for still having doubts for many people have left the womb and died in the split second our fingers touched with wall between mocking and nodding as I'm in my cave stretching my arms branches and grass only for the conquering bosses to mock and nod and pull their withered black souls across the earth without even thanking it for stripping it of its crust with branch and grass so they too do not become a cave but i am not mad at this for they long for the same as i but do not see it the crust they have can not build up enough to become a cave where they can see the mockers and nodders leave the womb, they are fed by fork and steak and not love and i fear what you say for if i follow and leave the cave i too may be stripped of crust by grass and branch, i too may forget to thank the earth for taking my crust and dying for me out of love, i too may begin to think that anything and everything is more important than my love for man

please my fellow men do not walk away from the cave now like so many have before, hear me scratch even if so feint even if you do not think it is scratch a scratch so distant from you when you think why should you care you think someone else may come along and see this cave and see this withering soul scratching at the wall of mocks and nods, do not make this wall of mocks and nods stronger by mocking and nodding wand driving away in your very nice car my friend, if our withering souls can find pleasure in how black they are and how thick the crust is and we all see the wall of mocks and nods and see what it does and see those who scratch like i weeping and waiting then the weeping and waiting and mocks and nods would end, conquering bosses would not need to conquer for the would too feel the love that i have for them that you would then have for them our crust would grow and we would not kill the earth we would not drag our withered thick crusted souls across the ground feeding it with things that are black, the lack of commas the nice houses the promotion you received and your warm tile, the earth wouldn't need to brush you with branch and grass and your crust would grow and together all of mans crust would grow and the earth that has loved you even as you used it for branch and grass would feel loved as much as it loves you as much as i love you and see your pain and understand why you feed it these lack of commas and mocks and nods if we all grow until our crusts are thick and peer from the same cave and protect the earth with our thick crust the love we have for each other can stop this sliding, stop sliding deeper into the cave for my soul is almost out of my reach, so much crust i can not find it

this crust is surrounding me please hear my word and help me for i can not even find this gray you speak of my friend, the tears i felt i long for when you made me weep when you spoke of how you feel for me and know my friend i love you, i love all even if you can not hear my scratch for my crust is thick and my scratch is easily ignored for it is similar to the sound your crust makes as your withered soul slides across the earth absorbing it and feeding it only black crust and i shall slide further down the cave, scratch unheard

[Squeezer]

Dude, what are you tripping on?

[DankNuggets]

jack i feel for you. from your other posts, it seems like you got fired, or for some reason, just hate your boss and your place in life. that's how this all started from what i can see...

as far as this "cave" you desparately hide in, come on out into the light. your soul isn't meant to hide in the dark.

love isn't all the same. yah u say u love me, and you love women, but you love them differently, like you've said.

the world isn't as bleak as you'd like to think it is, and you're not alone in it

my soul, too, is hungry, but not for what you seek. you seek others to feel you, so you can feel them, but who you really need to feel is yourself. All this nodding, and mocking, its easy to get caught up.

time is relevant: a moment lasts forever, a lifetime an istant. Dont' spend so much time in a cave. Not all souls are black, leave room for grey area.

[Jack]

thank you for reading what my message is my friend and your advice its possible that at this moment in our lives while i scratch this wall the wall of blackened despair that cakes the conquering bosses soul, souls choking for love but only being fed fork and cow thigh and i love you my friend even when you think it is not i who speak from the soul when you doubt your fellow man when i show you so much love when my soul bleeds from my finger tips that scratch the wall hoping you'll hear?

if any are still sitting here at the wall seeing me scratch please read this first for it'll help understand my message and the examples i try to give, even at this i feel bad for it doesn't express how much i love you even when you mock and nod that i have my love spread around, that i sit scratching and reaching to pick at your crust with the earths branches and grass so your withering soul can slide http://forums.trenchwars.org/showthread.php?t=33377

if enlightenment is not for this world what of love? I ask you my dear friend what of love? do we all not long for it do some not spend their life searching for it and even when some do find this love its for a woman and although the soul which has been withered and blackened and starving for love stands straighter the layers of black grow thick as you continue on the same path where how many commas I'm not using blurs the message people can only understand my message if i use grammar so i can nod and mock myself in approval that i can do so? i think not my friend and i apologize now for it almost appeared as though i were standing tall; a tall proud withering soul who is blackest of all from embracing other blackened souls where my love is strong it absorbs this crust and thickens me in this cave. no i am not standing tall at all i am withering on the floor of this cave scratching at the wall hoping someone scratches the same and sees what i speak of, i will not wither here pathetic in my state and mock and nod for if i do my soul would begin to feel what i explained in my other message it would feel satisfied if only for a split second and I'd becoming a mocking boss mocking and nodding in approval that people can read my message and accept it more because i use commas please i beg of you may good men and this friend i address now why even think of these things not a comma matters nor the tile under your feet that may not even be chilled for you purchased a foot warmer where you can stand tall with your own withered soul with blackened crust so thick over your eyes that the fork and steak and split seconds have controlled you, you stand tall withering before your fellow man and you mock and you nod and your soul feels satisfied, for a split second its fed but it is starving for love but i digress and you my friend may be thinking i should use this word digress every sentence and you nod and mock me for not being as educated as you and warming my feet on tile like you do now nodding and mocking feeding your soul only starving it to death, mocking and nodding but this is not your fault and i love you for it.

I digress again my friend think nothing of it and you may say I won't! yes i know you won't but you did and you'll say you won't along with others so you can band together and mock and nod and starve, i reach

does this love of woman not satisfy what our souls need as it withers way you may ask for i speak of love have we not loved women since the beginning of time and are our souls not still starving, the love i speak of is love for your fellow man can you ignore the lack of commas and take the time to read my message and explore it on your own you may have what i think is not different and i know you are starving my friend and i love you and please know that i understand you wont reach from a cave and grow thicker with crust and starve more and more and it feels better to nod and mock and conquer man because the split seconds feed your soul and although withering and starving and thick with crust it can pull itself along for it is strong and can adapt and it can find it's way to death without tasting a single drop of love but pounds and pounds of fork and steak, i cry my friends for i can not express what my soul feels and i know why you feed your soul split seconds for you can nod and mock the people who receive your mocks and we can receive mocks and i love you more

you may be thinking AHA! you.. before i continue i know you must be thinking no sir i am not thinking aha! and want to point this out to conquer me to mock and nod but i accept this mock and nod with open arms reaching from the cave scratching this wall of mocks that holds back withering souls that pull themselves across this beautiful earth that we ignore and destroy for our souls are forever hungry this earth we conquer now because we all mock and nod and our souls are starving withering across the earth embrace the earth for it sheds your blackened soul of crust, i am not saying it destroys the crust completely and our crust thickens more than it can shed i am saying my friend to see the earths love, see that it too is weeping as i am, weeping withering crying reaching for you like the earths arms reach for your crust pulling it and scratching with its branches and grass accepting your crust even as you destroy it it loves you even as you mock and nod at i for saying this and you do not embrace my message and you mock and not and band together i still love you i too accept your crust

i digress for when i spoke of a womans love i did not mean for it to come across as not needed for they make our souls stand stall and ours theirs please know i am not making man and woman separate i am just referring to it this way for i am man and it's easier to say what i want to say my friend, man or womans love for each other is not what is what i speak of and you i ask why is our soul still blackening even if standing tall it blackens for for commas and warm tile and anything and everything is more important than your love for me, i scratch

and all i speak of is what is inherit in all of us only lost and driven away from the cave where i slide the split seconds that control the conquering bosses life you may be right and enlightenment is not for this world but what my trembling soul feels as i dig into the wall desperately seeking people like you who can acknowledge what i say hoping that even for a moment as you pass from the womb to your death that split second where our fingers touched but still separated from a wall of mocks and nods that even if you do not understand you feel my love and i know you understand i did not mean that my friend for you are smarter than i or i would accept this world if i were a man of intelligence and i am sorry my friend for i weep right now that people don't see my message because i see my brothers not read this for it is too long for it lacks commas for my crust grows thicker waiting in the cave i accept this crust as does the earth

you see you can move in your life with warm tile and mocking and nodding with home and wife and can do so with a clear mind for i love you and accept crust and the world accepts you and takes your crust, not at all for your crust grows thick and you are withered and black but can move and be a conquering boss because the earths branches and grass reach up with more love than the withered soul can receive but is unable to receive because of the wall of crust is thick and grows faster than the grass can scratch but the earth continues to love hoping you feel its love wanting your happiness for it understands anything and everything and no commas is what allows your soul to drag itself across its loving soil and not give up completely like i

i applaud you my friend for making me think and possibly realize that the souls are too black and the thick mouths of the soul although screaming and crying like i are sealed, sealed from black crust unable to be fed but i shall not stop my message for my crust has grown too thick and i can not pull myself along the earth mocking and nodding feeding my soul this blackness but i shall take your blackness and your crust onto mine, my crust has grown thick my friends and i can't mock and nod and warm my feet on tile and yet with all my love I'm looked down upon as a failure for i have no car to drive away from my cave for my soul is starved as well and i seek for food, i can not accept your mocking and nodding for food and join you my friend even though i love you and understand why you mock and nod so your crust doesn't grow so thick that you stand still in life for standing still is looked down upon and you wouldn't be banding together and mocking and nodding with your fellow men, i must stand proud withering and scratching at this wall hoping you'll join but forever knowing you won't, you shall die successful which may be something my starving soul doesn't accept as food, i sit here weeping now wishing i could make you feel how much i love you but i can not for my mind is not as developed as my soul and these fingers that type this now can not find the ability to express what my soul feels for you, my soul is dying i grow blacker and thicker as the day passes, i scratch my friend do you not feel for me? do you not see us scratching? is the warm tile and comma more important my brothers? I weep for you now for you shall not weep for me. My crust is so thick I can not move, I am the cave.

[DankNuggets]

doesn't dmt act very quickly? i've never known anyone to have it, i've only read about it on erowid

[gran guerrero]

what I want to know is where can I get some DMT

[DankNuggets]

ya know, as i was reading that post (and yeah i read it) i kept thinking, hey this is a buch of run-on sentences choked with rhetoric. then you tried to play it off by admiting it.

lyrically, if you wrote that, you got talent you shouldn't waste in TW

if you want to impact people; try doing it in a non egnimatic way- like with punctuation: like even if its wrong?

also it sounds like you ate 2 pills of molly, know where i can get some of that "enlightenment"?

also also, it is that not-knowing that keeps man moving forward, instead of wallowing in the now, satisfied with what he has. Progress relies on insecurity. Look at the world around us, disorder and confusion surrond us all the time, it is the natural way. Enlightenment is not for this world.

[Noah]

ITT: tl;dr

[Jack]

i liked the post in the other thread way better

this one sounds a lot like fred phelps to be honest

Yes my friend I do agree that my other message was much better. I must admit I feel I should delete this message that I am trying to deliver for when I read it I want to edit and delete and destroy what I have attempted to express but shall leave it and hope that even if one person feels it's soul reaching and wants to explore deeper into the cave then the we who inhabit and destroy this world are one step closer to what I tried to express in the other thread.

I am sorry to all of you my friends and no matter what you feel I'll forever love you even if our eyes shall never reach and scratch at the same wall, even if you see me scratching at the wall that is causing these split seconds, the split second when mocking bosses feel complete only to be born and die in an instant, even if you see me scratching at that wall and mock and nod and leave me to eternally scratch and although my soul is withering and calling for yours I'll feel no pain as i scratch as my soul bleeds from my fingertips, no pain

as i think now i feel i can not express fully how i feel anymore as much as I could previously in my other message and I'm saddened, possibly it's because I'm trying to recreate the message when the original message came from my withering soul weeping and reaching i am sorry my friends that i am not developed enough to explain myself again and make it personalized for I love you so much i want you to know i love each of you the same and you each deserve your own message but i can not recreate what my soul feels please just read what i have written here http://forums.trenchwars.org/showthread.php?t=33377 and please know if my mind was developed as much as the love my soul feels for you I'd be able to bring your withering soul to such a point that you'd smash the wall with me and all mocking bosses would be filled with so much love that their souls would cry and cry more than mine ever has for they can not even see a wall is there to scratch it

[HeavenSent]

[T3l Ca7]

I have a question: do vegetables have souls?

[Facetious]

i liked the post in the other thread way better

this one sounds a lot like fred phelps to be honest

[iLDuce]

nice save

[Jack]

I know this might be hard to believe for some, but it made me think or
ponder. Just thought to see what some of you think...

Is the Spirit of God the oldest soul/Spirit in the Universe? No

The Spirit of God or Truth told me he/she is 5035 years before the big bang (the Kingdom or Malkuth). Cause I ask how he created the Universe; the Spirit of God or God the Holy Spirit actually talked thru me.

Perhaps older Spirits/Souls exist before the Spirit of God?

Cause who created the Spirit of God?

This is what I learned from christianity, and sort of perplexed at this notion that I pondered.

Be careful when asking the Spirit of God this; cause he has a big problem with this; cause within the last year or so; he always thought he was the oldest Soul/Spirit in the Universe.

So sort of keep this underground; and spread to others. Watch out for soulhunters they are
looking for old souls. I'm in a bit of trouble, but atleast I can warn others.

Another thing if the Spirit of God says he is the best being in the universe; just say ok...
or your the Most High in the kingdom; but not the Universe;
since the Universe is composed of Kingdom (malkuth - or physical universe) and the void (vohu); space.

Thanks...

Hello my friend. Before I say more I want you to know that I love you and understand your pain. When we are unable to find an answer for what really matters our soul begins to blacken and I'm sad for you my friend for you are falling farther from the cave.

The cave that I'm stretching out from but unable to reach anything from because all the nodders and mockers and band togetherers stick together to conquer all, the conquering bosses who have lost sight of what matters and for a split second feel like they are something and have meaning when they conquer to only wither for this does not feed the soul and the soul is hungry for love not conquering, my friends my fellow humans i beg of you to please stop mocking stop nodding to your fellow man who mocks to acknowledge his mocking as a positive thing for your mocking crushes this receiver of the mocks soul for he is just like you searching for what matters but unable to find it, except he isn't satisfied with work, houses and cars and forks and steaks in the mouth he does not accept this life and is reaching out for help, reaching to the cave that i can not reach him from and your mocking crushes his soul before he has a chance to grow and receive this love, you YOU MOCKING BOSS YOU CRUSH SOULS BEFORE I CAN REACH THEM IN MY CAVE, i am sorry for typing in this manner for I love you and I understand why you mock for you are just as lost as he and i yet i am reaching from this cave trying to love trying to set an example that I can not set.

You and I and he are all searching for the same thing and we need to love each other and feed our souls something that satisfies it's desire to shake the blackened crust from it's perfect form.

If you mocking bosses continue on your path and being satisfied with the fork with steak from the cows thigh on it in your mouth and letting your soul wither for you need to feed your soul by loving fellow man. You are young and strong from the fork and steak and think nothing of what i say and mock me now as I try to tell you that mocking and nodding does nothing but create split seconds which cause you to wither and die the instant you are leaving your mothers womb but you ignore me and mock and nod while I am trying to embrace you and love you and reach to you from my cave the fork and steak have given you muscles but your soul is withered and dead and sustained only by conquering and mocking and nodding and you must continue to do this until you die and for this i weep and even my soul which is suffering withering from this pain reaches out from the cave to show you love even when you mock and nod and look to your fellow man to band together to feel satisfied. Satisfied that someone else agrees with you to mock and nod at me and since many of you are mocking and nodding of course this makes you right

wisecherub could of been saved but now his mind has drifted and in his search for what matters in life he understood like many of us but not enough to make a difference that how our life is now means nothing. Since he wasn't shown enough love and nobody let him know how much he is loved and understood and that we are all in pain and since you mockers and nodders wouldn't show him you were searching as well but took mocking and nodding and working and paying bills to buy nice things as what life is he thought he was alone and created a world of his own, gods to help him have a reason to live, isn't this enough to change? one mans soul is not enough? what about your own soul which is withering and black as your fork and steak make your body strong to mock and nod.

I have said nothing and you are upset I didn't use commas or proper grammar and I am sad that noticing that was more important than the message my fingers are trying to deliver to your soul from the cave. These things which do not matter have become more important than loving man. For this I love you and reach from the cave even when you mock and nod because I understand and reach forever