In this case, CCC is the center of my existence. I rule my world through the arrangements in CCC.
CCC is the complete manifestation of the entire Creation. It is [] (the) Center of Existence.
I made up my mind. I want to be here for the rest of my life. Just the way it is, broke and penniless,
Boy, am I happy the way I am right now.
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In the final analysis, it is Allah, Ayah and Anak-Anak Yang Ayah Sayang. At every layer of creation, much like peeling an onion.
Hence, I settle the most basic question of all, "Will everybody be OK in the end?"
That's what matter, isn't it? No Eternal Damnation. Still you have to pay the Ferryman through Karma. When you do, take it like a man.
I went through it, nobody was exempted. You can't escape the Ferryman. Especially if you owe people money.
Thus it is better not to borrow. There is no escape. Unless, the creditors decided to cancel all debts.
Heck, I canceled off money owed to me. Karma will take care of the the the pending debt. Especially when you can afford to pay but purposely choose not to pay.
The last thing I want to worry is who owes me money. You know when you owe people money.
I have come to terms with fate. This is my life. Burrowing in the CCC. Writing myself away. Doing what I like.
My conclusion is no matter what, predestination precedes freewill. Therefore, I do what I have to do and the rest I simply let go.
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Angels, Jinns, Demons and Spooks I am not surprised. They are what they are. Although they are different from what are depicted in the media and publications.
I am used to seeing them in my house especially Darkness, my Demon.
But these two puzzle me. Are there aliens other than Shanaz's Civilization? How come I never come across them in my entire exploration of the Universe.
I had discounted hallucination. I know what is a hallucination. These are not it.
The first is the "Space Invaders" appearing on my window glasses in 2021. I thought I was seeing things when I was in CCC. Then I went upstairs to my bedroom window and there they were, as in trying to find their way in.
If not, then these are proofs that there are aliens in their original forms.
That's all I want to know.
Then it explains why the cat that wanted to shit on my yard, shit and buried it shit but no shit when I said, "Semua kucing masuk neraka." For shitting on my yard,
I just want a proof that all these are [] (not) simulations. That's all...
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Postscript: So they are aliens, and the cat? What's the deal with the cat? The cats don't go to hell, do they? I[t] (If) that is the case, then that was a proof of Divine Intervention LOL.
This is back to reality. I served the Creator and am now free to do as I please. This is where I maintain the equilibrium. This is the set point.
Nothing more is expected of me. I am free to roam the earth once again.
I have accepted that I am just an instrument, a servomechanism. I asked for it and it was granted to me.
So today I celebrate my independence. I no longer need to act like a Madman going against the flow to deliver the message from the Creator.
For that, I start on a clean slate. With nothing, I have to create meaning out of my life for the next 17 years.
I want to forget everything I did especially for the past 2 months and live a decent life as a Man Fully Functioning for the rest of my life.
I'll make it really small and tight.
This is my trophy. An achievement of a lifetime:
I am ready to move on. I did what needed to be done, and I ate what needed to be eaten. There is nothing [nothing] more for me to long for. Perhaps that is part of the plan.
I am free of all forms of responsibilities.
The only one in the whole existence.
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All the while, I was very concerned that my words do not really represent my Reality Within.
Actually, if I trust my truth and believe in my truth, all I need is just words. Having said that, all I need is to simply write, write, and write to pierce the pinhole of my Mushin Noshin through Soshin.
I don't really need all the fancy illustrations to capture the salient points. I simply write as the flow of thoughts permeates through.
All I need to do is write! Reason being, the map is never the territory and illustrations will further generalize and distort the Reality Within.
Oh goodness me, the Reality Within is so vast. Words cannot describe it. I can only say that[s] WHATEVER IMAGINED IS REAL.
Perhaps, instead of looking at the Reality Within as a third party, I simply live it out...
Goodness gracious, a perfect life for eternity. All I need to do is live in my imagination and viola! I am there...
IMAGINATION as it turns out is a tangile resource available 24/7.
Tally ho ho! Just imagine... Hey, you want the most delicious ice cream? Just imagine. You want a fancy car? Just imagine. You want a great fuck? Same O same O, just imagine.
So heaven is a place where imagination is real. That's all. It is home of the Reality Within. Which mean, as a writer, I am already in heaven. All writers for that matter.
And the books? Why, each is a piece of heaven by itself.
Thus, my blogs are my heavens distilled in time. So now I know, for every writer, there is a heaven created for them. Just like I have own heaven, so will they.
So campur tolak, kali bahagi, our thoughts are our heavens. Goddamn, we are already in heaven by the virtue that our thoughts are the source of our imagination.
So this is it. I have arrived. I am in heaven. All the while [] I thought I have to wait for 17 years to reach heaven.
No really... The CCC is the Nexus of my heaven and this whole house is Lizzie's heaven! So what the fuck! I just stay in CCC, listen to Syok Rock, and write my thoughts away and presto! Heaven is a place called home.
I like where this is going Kigatsuku. I don't need anything more tha[t] my ability to imagine.
Imagination is real - Picasso.
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Consider this: I am the Ayah to All Matters and I know for sure of my future. What will I do with the rest of my 17 years on Earth?
Well for sure I don't have to worry about good and evil. No matter what, everybody will get what they deserve. Masing-masing dapat bahagian masing-masing. In this case, no need to be concerned with changing the course of human civilization. Slowly but surely, we will arrive,
In this case, I as the Ayah to All the Matters have laid down the foundation for the future to come and therefore I just let the ripple turns into a tsunami.
I will then just observe the rippling effect takes place and be happy that I am standing at the apex of the Sierpinski Pyramid, looking down. There is no more struggle to establish the pecking order.
I just be and I become. All I need to do is carve a niche for myself amidst the congulant of the herd and be happy about it.
I don't need to change a jacksquat things around me. I am after all the very top of the food chain. I don't have to subscribe to the multitude of fictions around me, I have my routines, thus as my advice to others, I just follow the Yellow Brick Road.
I will think of something to fill the 17 years gap. What counts is the non-neediness of the social structure at large. In other words, I can start living in isolation at this very moment.
Solitude is a choice and I already have that in my posession. It is not my job to change the world. The world doesn't need me and I don't need the world. So far, I can manage without being involved in the the External Affairs. My job is not to change the world but to manage myself in relations to the world.
That I had successfully completed. I had seived the trivial many from the vital few.
The big question is, to what extent do I accept the fictions that was imposed upon me? A likely answer is to ignore the fictions as much as possible and live in my own self-induced reality as much as I can.
Let Syok Rock be the only external-induced fiction. Let the rest be a manifestation of the Reality Within projected outward. Let's minimize external-induced fictions as much as possible.
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