The Orders of Strength

Would you not say that strength is what determines the outcome of a fight?
Strength of arms?
Strength of numbers?
Strength of intelligence?
Strength of will?
Strength of technique?
Strength of preparations?
Strength of fate?
Strength of your aid?

It goes like this:

1. God
2. The Evangelion
   
3. Those That Exercise
4. The Thaumaturge Whores
   
5. A Sorceric Suicide
6. A Cryptocracy of Ritualistic Thereon
7. An Alchemic Permanence
8. A Possession, Dominance, Suppression or Summoning

A 4 and a 5, together, will not surpass a 3.

See how fucking easy this boring nonsense is?

^^

"Why don't you just commit suicide?"

I laugh. There's so little faith here, it's saddening. Don't you know that even if you kill Him, even if you erase His existence from the annals of history and even if He allows you to deny Him that you can't escape? I should make myself an investigator, I'm so good at figuring you out. See? You don't speak until I do. It's all good. I have faith. He will save me from this. I will come through unscathed without breaking any of His Laws. If my enemy tells me that suicide is hope, should I follow the advice of the one I intend to kill? No, I don't think it's very progressive towards the purpose at all. To murder myself. I guess we'll see though. It'll happen this month.

To All My Fellow Flushers

We won't see the day if we die. Where do we go?

I'd say it's a reasonable facsimile of what Satan would want Heaven and Hell to be like. Heaven gets to be the most inexorably boring place in existence and Hell is basically the land of the living...Only you keep coming back after you're killed.

We're going to have to wait, friends.

No, we'll never meet each other because if we did, we'd probably try to kill one another.

We kill demons and wizards.

I shit you not.

King Vegeta looks at me skeptically.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Why, I'm doing nothing more than having a good old conversation!

Golden Boy looks out.
Tuff Boy fights'em.
Quiet Boy grabs'em when they get their knives.
And I...I just have them sit and talk with me.

My Testament Against Yours

This is a very intricate story and I can barely keep up with all the connections so you must excuse my lack of comprehension. I'm honestly trying as hard as I can.

"And death and Hell were cast into the lake of fire." You see? Death is destroyed. Your Hell is destroyed. God's Hell comes for you! It is The Lake of Fire! Repent before it is too late for surely God's Hell, The Lake of Fire, far outweighs Hell and your torment will be great, insufferable and inescapable. We're not asking that much of you, honest! Just stop harming the innocent! Recognize The Creator! The idea is so simple! The truth is so viable! So visible! Jesus Christ and His Bride: Holy Mother Church! Their child?! Their child?! I can scarcely believe it but I do not doubt my dreams, my waking reality and what it has shown to me! Please forgive me God if I speak lies because I know not what I do! Like I said: We are separated in The Matrix in mind alone but our body is still unified. We: Son Goku, King Vegeta, Son Brolly and I: Son Halek. We gather in The Matrix to do battle and we prevail! We prevail! I think Jesus Christ will grant us our individual selves back after this trial, this ordeal is finally overcome. Oh may I but remember, with distinct vividness in recollection granted for any memory in life, those fights so as to bring the truth! I do not wish to bear false witness! An angel said, "Look and see upon yourself and know your reflection so that you may remember it untainted!" and so I saw. Long, flowing locks of golden hair! Have we yet been in the platinum?! Perhaps! Would but the old serpent wish he could reign in and control my brethren but we stand unified under the banner of Jesus Christ! His locusts are pale, misshapen amalgamations of what we truly are! The marriage of the stories that you, angel lain low from Heaven, made disparate! I recovered it with the guidance of God! Like a blind man called to preserve The Word at all costs! What stories are being married here? Jesus Christ and Holy Mother Church married to unify Their Story written in: The Bible, Dragonball, The Matrix and Hellraiser wherein all evils come to desolation, to ruin!

What do you call a Son Goku and a Son Halek? Son Galek sounds good.

What do you call a Son Brolly and a Son Halek? Son Brolek sounds good.

What do you call a King Vegeta and a Son Halek? Vegetek sounds good.

I don't think I could ever fully encompass what's been happening to me in the past 22 years. I can barely tell myself. I would hold that my writings and prayers have, up until this point, been at least barely sufficient in testifying. Violent things seek my life and servitude. My obedience and love through coercion. This is not the way of God, Jesus Christ and I have shunned them for their malignancy. Things that crawl in the shadows whisper taunts and berate me at every turn, every minute of my waking and unconscious life. They have tried to liquify me more than once. I read The Word of God in The Holy Bible and see the devil's hand-marks and legibility here and there. It disgusts me. I am a public display O God! Entertainment! I wish I were not. I feel as though every thing I proclaim to you, every thing I say in privacy is held aloft beneath candle light to mock. It disgusts me. I guess this is why I made these words "public" in an "online journal". They already are whether I'd want them or not. Have these things that I have heard and seen come to pass, are in fruition and are not yet, nor through faith in God, will ever be in vain, true?

Am I a saiyajin? An ancient race of honorable and noble warriors that were there back at the beginning after God breathed life into His Creation? Am I of one of three warriors who encompass the infused body of one, Brogeta, given this task of sleepless servitude at the helm here in a nightmarish mechanical complex of pain and illusion? Am I asleep in The Matrix that belongs to God that Satan attempts to usurp at every turn? Am I speaking predictions of things which will come to pass with Your Approval, one alongside with he who went under the pseudonym of Neo? I think these things are true. Would this final battle against Satan be held under the watchful Eyes of Jesus Christ meted out by His Hand and not mine? I would not question. Would I be the instrument through which His Miracle will know flesh and see the light of day, likened to that of Saint Peter who resurrected the dead and cured the weak? I would not question.

I'm not worthy. I am tainted. I grow conceited easily. My flaws are numerous and ever-present. Even now I get the feeling that I don't really mean what I do in words of sincerity. I'm guilty. I long to hear Your words, clearly, in ecstasy, of chastening so that I may renew our friendship and better myself. It hurts to read through cryptic silence for I think this is not how You work.

I don't think You mind if I have sex before marriage whether in love or simple lust as long as no harm is being committed to any. I don't think You mind if I partake in indulgences of the flesh such as marijuana, tobacco, caffeine or psilocybin as long as no harm is being committed to any. Oh, but I am ignorant and know not whether these acts would bring harm to the innocent or not. I am weak and am lesser to my vices in a control. Would I but dwell somewhere in the heartland of a great oak's forest; residing in simplicity of some cabin where I would have all the sustenance and shelter needed. Oh, but I am lazy and work not to these things for I would say to myself, "From what horrors will my work for this devilry come? O Good God, don't make me have to get a job to pay the devil's trickery back. I do not wish to give him anything!" I will not question.

I think my test is to truly prevail in a world where You would allow denial of You so long as I keep the faith. In the place they call "Armageddon". In their place of theory and blasphemy. In the place I sleep now. I think my test is to never see the things I must do while I am here. To be "the blind" controller of demonic entities such as Cthulu, Yog-Sothoth and the black hound of Tinaldo while dwelling Your Matrix. To be "the blind" Class A function executor of qi energy in defense of my self and others. To "be blind" until You grant me the approval to awaken at last. Then, I think I'm the one to grant You the approval to lay this barren desert of the real to waste, so overwhelmed and corrupted by Satan, so that we all may be protected, watching Your strength in utter awe. If this is so, let my words to You be spoken without fail, unconsciously. May You work the miracle needed for this act O Supreme of the Vampiric. You who would make even Alucard's or my blood look like a trickle amidst an ocean. Will you work through me and I be the one? Am I, Brogeta, yet still a virgin, the child with the iron rod that Satan wanted so badly to murder? I think so...

But what do I know?

THE SEVEN SEALS OF GOD
The White Archer: Supreme Dominion
The Red Swordsman: Supreme Damage
The Black Judge: Supreme Understanding
The White Tamer: Supreme Permanence
The Altar of the Slain: Supreme Justice
The Act: Supreme Reach
The Blood: Supreme Truth

The End

Anything less is a lie. Like arsenic in a pale of milk. We both know how much you like to play with words and, of course since I've already started this out by alluding to a previous quotation, we'll have thousands upon thousands of words to go along for the bullshit to just make things worse, won't we? That earlier instance. Those dreams. The waking violence. They're just memories.

The Conviction

I'm a super hero destined to kill Satan once and for all to vanquish evil from the lands for many eons to come, if not forever. Specifically: I'm a

SUPER
SAIYAJIN

If I'm wrong, then may God save my stupid, sorry ass.

I sure as all Hell don't believe I am though.

Here's a quote Google refuses to acknowledge:

"Once you have found a conviction do not recant even unto death."

And another personal favorite:

"It is not a sin to fight for the right cause. There are those who words alone will not reach."

Did I ever say I was a prophet or a philosphy? I apologize and take these statements back.

Although I do like to predict and philosophize.

If you're out there and you're really reading this, then you are part of the resistance. There is nothing more important than your survival at this point. You have to believe that you are not alone and you never will be no matter how deep you go to escape from this enemy. Their threats, insults, insinuations, lies and propaganda are all tempered by the most sincere cowardice that they utilize through others from themselves. Do not let them, even when they dwell within you, bring out your worst and even if they manage to, it is there fault and not yours. Active participation in the driving of a certain act entails just as much responsibility as the person who commits it. We both know how you'd feel about it in the end and it's certainly without question as to how they would too.

See, the way I figure it is the more shit I take here and now, the more meaningful it'll be when it stops. I can just go on and on, letting you do and say whatever you please without even trying to take the consequences into my own hands in here. I can be a spectator to this circus. An audience member like so many others out there right now, gazing expectantly at me every day for hours on end.

"Will he kill himself today?"
"Will he do something to her today?"
"Will he just sit there and do nothing again today?"

From there, there are a few different outcomes:
1. I die and that's the end of the story. The release, the rapture, the orgasmic sense of freedom from the cessation of my consciousness feels like finishing for a whole minute straight. You can't take this away from me.
2. All the crazy shit I believe finally comes true and it's that much more satisfactory when I finally end you once and for all. You can't take this from me either.
3. I exit the stage, change costumes and come right back for more rotten vegetables to be thrown at me. I just get stronger. More patient. More calm in the face of the idiot. Staring into the eyes of the enemy. You can't take this from me either.

You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the real.

"Truth is stranger than fiction."

You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the idea of some super hero I inevitably call God in the end.

I think the ability to believe the former and latter takes a lot more strength than it does to just toss the ideas aside in some trash heap; discarded like a condom after the quick lay you were dying to get your hands on or some CD that you can't stand to listen to. Look at the very face of my existence and tell me keeping this faith, kept while I voraciously whisper "Semper Fidelis" to myself on this stage in front of millions, doesn't take a lot more damn strength to keep than simply not having it.

Of course I wouldn't expect you to agree with me. Good, I say. It's all going to the numbers. The qualifiably quantifiable ideas. The fiction that you can never kill. Even if you burn all the books, kill everyone that remembers, see, the way I look at it: The dead are not quiet.

Somebody'll eventually just write something similar.

Do not worry.
Every thing is being taken care of.
Every thing is under control.

This violent act I will sooner commit than stand idly by as an innocent life force suffers or allow myself to be reconfigured:

It is in the name of justice.
It is in the name of prevention.
It is in the name of protection.

They will convince the ignorant to hate me for my stand against them.
They will make my eyes deceive me.
They will make my very tongue utter blasphemy for their ends.

It is meaningless.
It is ineffectual.
Most of all: It is what gives me strength in the end.

I am Brogeta.

And We're Live In 5...4...3...

Order?

Lu's eyes charr over.

I awaken in Level 2, declaring supremacy when I utter the words:

"I AM A SAIYAJIN"

Before I calmly execute my assailants one by one, seeking them out in their hiding spots where they cower in terror.

I ascend and tear Pinhead to pieces before I dissolve him in qi energy.

I fuse and silence a pink genie before I hurl him into eternal deletion.

I meet her after she ascends and defeats a large overseer to bring a warning.

I hear her despair and her scream, full of grief and hatred, brings her final ascension to defeat our enemy.

I am unfused, being aided by Gohan and Piccolo before we destroy The Lament Configuration to Pinhead's despair.

I am unfused, tearing an aggressor in half at the knee before screaming qi death to his aids.

I am unfused, placing Christof and his aids in an area before screaming qi death to them.

I am unfused, grabbing Agent Smith by the leg in the sky before I smash him to tiny bits in the ground, screaming qi death to him.

My favorite bands write good songs in a minor key for me to feel nostalgic to.

My favorite bands write good songs in major keys to help me feel hopeful.

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I am at a cash register, pressing buttons waiting for somebody to shoot me.

I am sitting around food and somebody shoots me.

I am watching a psychotic man praise himself adulantly on television, waiting to be tortured horribly.

I am on an operating table and somebody cuts me in half before draining all my blood before I bleed to death.

I am in my room, reaching into my desk to grab a large bag of marijuana in a 3rd Level within The Matrix.

I am in the TV room in my kidnapper's basement and refuse, against my own will, to be saved by God.

People force me to endure their insipid, witless and crude insults.

People force me to feel cowardice.

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I wake up laying on my bed before an aggressor tries to possess me, failing before I flip it the bird.

I wake up to see a hostile red gas outside my room that runs away as soon as I tilt my head up off the pillow to look directly at it.

I wake up to see a red gas attacking me before I jump off my bed and hit it. I know where my blanket is. It doesn't do anything.

I wake up to see a black, ethereal wraith-like figure near my bed before I yell a muffled frightful yelp and it vanishes.

I wake up to see floating miasma seeping black tendrils to me before I yell a frightful cry and it vanishes.

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You are: Impotent, deceitful, treacherous and suicidal.

I am: Physically strong and the opposite of those things to boot.

You have: No personality, originality or sincerity.

I have: What you lack.

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We are not opposites.

You are not my negative.

You are not my "equal".

I am stronger than you.

The Universe belongs to God.

Wait for the two words or suffer.

= ?

Temporary Outcomes:
1. Torture: Beneficial because I will become stronger through pain of mind and body I endure.
2. The Chains of Blind, Muted Death: Beneficial because death is release, relaxation and reprieve.
3. Deeper Imprisonment: Beneficial for it will further temper the resolve of my patience to see this through.

The Leap of Faith:
I do not have to kill myself.
I do not have to refuse to kill myself.
God will rescue me from all three of these when the time is right.

The 9 Virtues:
Compassion
Honesty
Honor
Humility
Justice
Patience
Sacrifice
Spirituality
Valor