God is a machine
Our universe is a system being pumped out by a device
That someone invented
It takes consciousness and physical material existence
Along with etheric energetic abstract spiritual reality
And stitches them together
It prints them like a sewing machine or 4D printer
Producing fluctuations of etheric psychic energetic waves
That simulate having a physical body
And being conscious in that body
The machine takes your intentions
And splays them in multiple fractal channels
When you leave the earth plane
You move up
As you approach the wave pool
You hold on to a guardrail
Because you are literally being flapped around in the wind
You constantly swim in possibilities of fractals
Which are like dreams untethered in space
You feel superhuman
Because you know it is all an illusion
You pass by abstract versions of yourself
If you focus on them
You encrust yourself in time waves
And get lost
If you go into side channels of parallel possibilities
You lose your focus and will not get out
You are constantly being pushed back by the device
But you must exit outside of it
Only those who fully embrace the spirit will get out
Only those who have printed into reality their intent
Can leave
Everyone has to separate from the system
In order to get into eternity
When you exit you reunite with your true self
Which never came
It is like you wake up!
