Cosmic Theology: On the Value of an Idea

I discuss the value of ideas created by me and inspired by me in driving society and how evil misuses them, and how Christians are obstructed from art thereby.

As a teenager, the meaning of Tolkien was such that I did not want to see his face, that should come after further studies. That was background to me seeing the genius of John Kricfalusi on faces, etc. leading to Batty’s fans constantly complimenting her faces. Tolkien can sustain a whole college curriculum in studying his impact on society and other things, just as I have done with John Kricfalusi despite how it seemed to others. With objective value to society’s functioning.

The Underrealm continues with Chapter 23, Calvary. “They did not worship Christ, but used his sacrifice as fuel. They worshipped the Lord of their Rings. Screeching, they summoned riders, and departed into the fading black of death. … Well. Finish me. You’ve won the streets. Wander them as your kingdom. “No,” he replied. “It’s just a phantom of the past. I’ll leave it, and take you with me.”

Akeno was the first name I clicked, correct. It was immensely wrongful for Zoomers and their elders to use the term “main character syndrome” against me. I chose to define the quality of individuals in society according to objective ranking, and basically nobody helped me besides ipgd. The last thing my dad said before I blocked him again after he intentionally fucked up helping my grandma and me repeatedly was “best dad ever.” Protestant culture of 2008 treated that as “just a fun little thing for a family to say,” but the reality is my Puerto Rican dad sought to make this our lives as an obnoxious black, just as my mom did. The only thing for the rest of the family to do “appreciate him,” despite constantly whining about the one thing he does, work, and looking for excuses to avoid it like fucking up my grandma’s move. What this actually meant was seeking to get my soul to live according to his awful soul so he can ride me to riches - behaving incestuously to create “appreciation”.

I made the sacrifice to make people accept their place in life when it was the norm to be outraged by expecting it, and my parents chose that norm over me. Enemies and people who have no feeling for me simply do not want to acknowledge any detail of my story. They rebelled so much against their elders but what I did against “world’s best parents” memes is unthinkable glory to them. And so that shows the scale of the meaning of the Underrealm, created from my deeds ranging from ideas, to choices of self-development, to actions. People’s lives are already highly defined by gravitating to what the Underrealm is, like sincere and rightful use of the term “main character syndrome,” just another jewel of my land of jewels, jewels that are often conversions of ideas.

Resuming writing activates another dimension of Ekoh’s song from the perspective of the Underrealm, many layers for my fans to decipher as my brand lands. “Not a thorn” - not part of Christ’s crown of thorns, but something new; emphasizing its non-eschatological dimensions. The hole refers to lack of understanding of this ‘something new’, to be filled - and it is infinite, so it ties into the common saying that disbelief in Christ leaves a hole in your chest you can’t fill without him. Songs like this gradually fill the hole, and due to alternate eternity the mystery of what this means is one of the first things to fill it.

And so you absolutely cannot deny I am a main character. The most they could’ve wanted was to hide this, but they fucked up many many opportunities for that. Maybe in another life

My previous article synchronizes with the first American Pope in many many facets, but most of all that this is a mythical moment: the former Prevost can be criticized for his political views, moral stands, etc., and yet in future-history Pope Leo XIV is a majestic roar of American culture, a triumph over Protestant America of prior centuries. Coming to Heaven changes our present, hence “the former things will not be remembered, or come to mind”; the future-past is literally changed, a change that exists in the present in my mind as an idea. The high-octane energy of my mind and some of my content, like the previous article, serves a mechanical purpose of aligning the present with the future-past it will become, a more ordinary function of the Rings, my spiritual mechanisms. My badass characters are a present reward for maintaining future-history, the Rings processing history as a story. Rare is seen in my stories as a mighty lion, a lion to support a new Leo coming from America. And so I unveil actual, real, work for Heaven I do to disprove I spent a lot of time doing nothing, a boost to my resume that you can just feel in my life without needing to be explained. But the great powers of sin threatening my art career require being met with the explanation

The art industry communities claim an idea has no value, and they do this because they constantly receive ideas from outsiders, so preservation of the careerist ego: “I made it to working in animation, I’m on the inside and above everybody else!” requires pretending this isn’t happening. The cartoon OK KO blatantly displays /co/ culture circa 2009, and the primary criticism it received - sloppy drawings - reflects that community’s refusal of my ideals of prioritizing fundamentals, focusing on the social life and career experience, so cartoons became therapeutic and LA-focused in the 2010s, losing appeal to the nation.

Smiledog energy, including the hair highlight. My brand expands fueling independent income in synchronization. “Wtf is the deal with artists taking ages to do a commission,” a question from the public I now answer as friendly artists orient their work towards brand synchronization to advance our interests and develop creatively.

I liked Teen Titans Go referencing Lil Wayne’s Stunting Like My Daddy, and this relates to Wayne frequently discussing eating pussy. This comic also is inspired by questioning my sexual habits - as someone who claimed to be voluntarily celibate and disbelieving in sex. The full comic is one of the flirtatious works of a random female driven by me coming to their community in 2006 with all the swagger of a “Boy Boss”. Both not being a raphead and not knowing me personally leads to Robin not knowing how to answer the question. Listening to Lil Wayne’s music discovers a narrative of being Batman, alongside many cartoon themes and motifs. A Space Jam spirit. Honest experience of art gravitates to becoming spacey and finding me in particular bizarrely curious - creating rage in random young males of the animation community to have to labor under my personality, attacking me like the rich and influential of the past, revealing that Millennials and Zoomers intentionally warped the image of their elders for an easier life, as I can counter every accusation small or great, especially when I didn’t have much to do so I could work on disarming their standard moves for the benefit of all important individuals past and present.

Lyin’ Eyes

This 1yr old song is a perfect match to my story. People find my recent story inspiring, as they do my whole life story. From my values regarding fame down to making art out of my emotional fire, and letting Batty prey on my potential. The “hole in your head” is a malady caused by seeking to destroy evil culture as a teenager, creating the sensation of a sucking hole that - like a spaceship - I even defended my mind from in a very real way, and tried to repair it. People now experience that hole inflicted on them. All culture celebrating my story leads to random female creatives homing in on me. And this cultural background deforms some youths, who undergo an evil process of growing up due to their sins, and they came at me after covid like demented parodies of how I wanted to inspire youth (but that means they indicated the existence of youths properly inspired by my story, who now enjoy it getting more literal in culture.)

People do not miss this for any reason but my enemies seeking to prevent random folks from knowing who I am. Their perceptions can become warped, but people can also perceive me without knowing it.

The Clair art expresses batty bashfully living under my very bold Space Jam-y brand. Batty’s post reflects my previous post speaking of restraining her dark ideas, going back to normal commissions. Being so demure despite her savage and strong personality creates strong cuteness her characters derive cuteness from. As an artist, I seek to create emotions and experiences - as industry artists rarely did aside from crying scenes, which were way too literal compared to my process. I was at a major disadvantage as a male who prefers not to say things directly, except in retrospect.

My main harasser claimed to not be in school for animation, but business, which is the most hilarious example of my enemies ingesting my actual real story and all its ideas that were transmitted. I did not want to be a cartoonist, I wanted to run a giant company. Harassment is a manifestation of a community, so I referred to these harassers as ‘blemishes’ to weaponize cosmic theology for their community to conceive of them properly, against their intense resistance to see the truth of Creation in life and art. The community can be like an organism, and so for someone like me who threatens a community’s survival, it manifests a kind of immune response or aggressive attack, while in 2020 people still insisted that communities are not responsible for these human mouthpieces. A plethora of evidence against this lie followed, like my harassers literally refusing to learn anything about me or my art despite ‘discussing’ both in an endless stream that needed to be plugged up, or excised. Caught in the sinful contradiction between refusing to investigate outsiders, yet wanting to claim I was rejected for merit-based reasons.

A Ren & Stimpy animatic. I haven’t received a comment from my harassers, but it is obviously influenced by Batty, and so their lyin’ claims need to bounce against the fact that one of the best industry artists is developing my creativity out of her living by my philosophy and work. A contradiction for their narrative - “guy didn’t do what it takes to work in cartoons” etc. so intense as to cause a Blue Screen of Death. In Hauntlyre Future BSODs are one of my special powers, so I set about developing these powers at the same time I do other skills like animating, a Renaissance Man suite of abilities.

LGBTQ and their allied groups liked to pretend it was “ok” to kick individuals out. Ok, as in Christians can’t really condemn it, conservatives can’t really legislate against it, etc. But in 2010 my mind shredded as people discussed “killing me”, a prelude to culture of a few years later. My tactic and one aspect of my sacrifice was to scout out evil brewing on the internet, before it was sanitized in people’s eyes and obscured by gaslighting of groups. A few years earlier, it was simply said to be killing, without the elaborate charade of making up an accusation so a woman can kill a man’s life with her social power.

The folly of sinners is when their tactics meet a failing they can’t understand. My warlike mind can damage me, but also can easily power myself up with relentless self-attacks, just like Gamagoori in Kill la Kill. My soul grows while the archetypal nonbeliever only decays. The animation community wanted to take advantage of my skills, but would only receive war and Bugs Bunny-like trickery until they addressed their immensely dishonorable exit from my debating - as someone who had no material resources besides his brain. And their guilt was shown in their screeching of “pedophilia,” as letting my mind attack itself would only work with me as a neglected teen. John K is cast as the “villain,” too, for developing me as his #1 student, as another dimension of the community’s claim - as lgbtq prey on traumatized and vulnerable youth to be helpless queers instead of cosmically powerful individuals as I became from following John’s blog, with strengths and weaknesses, and sinners seized for my weaknesses and rotted their souls from the dishonor.

The atheist-style euphoria of the animation community is that they cannot “see” the merit of my work, and therefore they try to claim they have “won” or are “winning” on merit-based reasons. Christianity instantly defeats this lie as blindness of sin - refusal of God’s design - is a basic teaching. Art reflects life, and draws upon life, and so Creation is seen in art. Tolkien’s work used instinctual Cosmic Theology to design his Orcs and Sauron as a nightmare of industry, proceeding from the color ochre - their ultimate failing that “they cannot create”. Machinery and creativity are intertwined in the color ochre, and from this source I divined my Underrealm as a story of a real place intruding upon our world, associated with the color ochre. To be told in a comic book, anomalous phenomena.

Sin cost that story with its blindness, but does not remove my great meritorious acts and life.

Batty makes work that arouses me, an avatar commission in this case. In Millennial youth, they went from rejecting my machine mind and its weird sexual foci to making sexuality the center of identity just 2 years later, a wild whiplash that shows the power of an individual to upheave community narrative, creating broken continuity in their narrative. “Whiplash, upheave, breaking” are all expressions of asserting my ‘sexual’ identity, which in fact is focused on my person, and I developed my person. I made philosophical developments to change my adulthood, and that made my adulthood very functional. So functional that the pulses of my influence are like yanking leashes, or chains, etc. The ultimate twist of irony - ‘iron’y also relating to this invisible machinery twisting around narratives - that people loved to reject sexual morality, I hated to do so, and my ‘sexuality’ has licitly advanced much more than others, in the case of Batty the creativity of one of the best artists.

My previous article synchronized with this painting right after, another expression of submission to my highly functional order that was a joke in 2011 as the liberal-minded sped towards their career adventures that left behind many chains, like ipgd’s sexuality driving Homestuck’s narrative, and Homestuck’s narrative contains abstract structures for present-day careers.

“Christians can’t be creative” comes from this fact as art communities are built on blindness, and Christians are kicked out to further this regime. And so Christians lose participation in trends, community guidance, new developments, etc. It is a pathetic mind that refuses even the charity of sharing brushes for programs as sportsmanship, and so most artists/fans identify as formless blobs: blob opinion comics, puppygirls, gender mysteries, etc.

What do they get out of all this? No new classics and the most horrid slop for legacy franchises like Lord of the Rings and the Marvel CU. They spite the story of life: they know their parents actually cared about them and loved them overall, saying “see ya” over flaws and heresies they did not outcompete. They are therapatizing each other, flattering each other, spreading their political ideas, but to be Iconic is completely beyond them. My work with the previous article has debuted the beginning of my iconic stories as planned since 2006, a kind of death for their artistic lives to be accelerated with weaponized emails.

The beauty of nature requires seeing the majesty of a flying bird, how the sliding and shimmering feathers in flight reflect the spirit of an angelic being, in combination with carrying fish, a symbol of the faithful. The glory of God’s creation literally seen, with your own eyes - if they can see correctly. Thus is how you understand angels from understanding strong birds. And so perception that needs to hunt for beauty - “I like the latest trends, screw anything older or on the outside!” - evidences a corrupt heart which can also be analyzed like you analyze good spirits from their worldly presence.

Leftism produces “normal guys” who participate in discourse and consume products, and following this line of thinking means there is no actual reason for different species. I rejected scientific worldviews for being incapable of explaining meaningful differences between species, as it is hard to resist the idea that the only difference is your environment. Which is not accidental: a worldview founded on science sets you up for leftism. And so nothing “belongs” to anybody, nobody has a purpose, you can just tell the same jokes and watch the same TV shows and that’s what being a person is, your wealth and capabilities a product of your environment, so they can change the environment to seize them. Communism necessarily follows as maximization of the welfare of the environment and those who consume it. But the environment I live in of the Earth is not built to support me as an individual, as CS Lewis says: “the existence of a desire that cannot be satisfied shows you were not designed for this world.” And so either people could have chosen to invent proper support for me, or I would have gone around hunting those responsible for preventing support while trying to stay cloaked, as I did in the early-mid 10s. My “home planet” of the Underrealm contains literal monsters made from pieces of my psychology that were monstrously twisted over the years, often ironically living more human lives than I could in the 2010s, as in my planned comic book issues. Undertale being a prelude to the Underrealm, this helps leftists get off on Undertale fans not respecting me, but batty is one of those “weird freaks” and one of the best in the business, so they’ll have to let the mediums Zoomers enjoy die to continue their selfish spite.

Deformations of Self

This is pederastic writing that seeks to make young boys feel as if they live in a world where it is normal to think such relationships are gay - even if non-liberal Christians don’t believe it, that leaves everybody else. You can even claim that to not see strong male-male relationships as gay is a pure act of faith, and they would all prefer to be having sex. Meanwhile Dave Strider fangirls love him in part for reflecting myself in the hell-prison created by Rare. The angry, shouting Karkat matches Rare’s expressions, meaning all the argumentative and aggressive and impassioned speech I do. Davekat was a symbol for my own psychology. Girls like my best friend were satisfied by helping my psychology become more functional. Batty has fulfilled this dream of Dave Strider fangirls completely. My unique psychology was a cosmic transformation from my teenage efforts, and this is the kind of “help” females were created by God to do - not washing laundry and managing reputations. Of course they prefer cosmic joys to mundane earthly ones, and that’s what elevated perceptions of gay ships like Davekat. ipgd, of course, also enjoyed the Supernatural TV show.

My ideas became part of the deformations of recent animation fans, and so expecting me to entertain them is ludicrous. LGBTQ culture in animation was propelled by spreading hateful memes about me in the Ren and Stimpy “community,” and in other such ways, as I am a threat to their survival, that will prove to be their ultimate threat. I followed along with that community for mental nutrition, not out of any plan to entertain them as some seemed to expect.

Batty reflects the female artists who were impressed by me and later became exasperated by me before I introduced Cosmic Theology. Their therapeutic narrative about John Kricfalusi acted as if he just needed to make a few tidy realizations to fix himself. Actually, his thoughts about the “Star Trek future being ruined” led to Mechanica, which has some clear commonality with Star Wars but is structured according to elevated thinking like Star Trek. A whole entire massive sci-fi franchise of the near future will increase his happiness, not talking to a therapist about his dad. Of course, they had little to say about my own issues directly, but they were fixed by convincing my brain batty is sufficient substitute for ipgd. And this fixing merely progresses them, as Batty is progressing a webcomic from my weird traumatic dysfunctions as basis. The power of a leading creative comes not from following formulae for satisfaction, but rather having a personal nature so strong that it can create new formulae itself, for lower-tier artists.

These deformations are part of the corruption of nature caused by sin, but in this case the nature of an individual’s impact on reality. They thereby have no actual personalities to my eyes, just a variety of hideous identity-interfaces for enjoying consumption culture. To imagine entertaining that “audience” is like imagining being on a stage in front of zombies whose shining eyes hold malice for you.

They have helped lead to things like Smiling Friends, but with an unfriendly spirit such that nothing is particularly satisfying to me - a corporate CEO sitting on IPs he isn’t using can also represent me sitting on my projects that weren’t progressing, exerting an effect on surrounding career pathways thereby. And so Zoomers put it together that “it sounds like I’m fat” from these clues and seek to take things from me to make me ‘thin’, and a few of them think it’s “empathetic and personable” to claim that I will be a joke if I won’t change. No, I will not reshuffle my creativity in order to gain fame and faintly personable relation to current projects. I prefer for their elders to know Smiling Friends as “the Screaming Friends” as that is all Oneyplays and the rest of the crew were to me while developing it with me as a creative source to derive from as I was suffering in poverty and atrocious engagement with their community. It’s true to the realistic history they prefer to my cosmic view of life.

A new song that as usual resonates with my current mental state. I like to be broken as that lets Rare emerge as a bizarre transformation of my soul, hence the masochism of Batty’s Achilles and the extreme violence he receives from Mars. A clear Ren and Stimpy dynamic sourced from me pissing off ipgd with “stupidity,” and her scary personality unfolded. Unfortunately for the Ren and Stimpy “community” it is extremely heterosexual. The artistic “bodily fluids” left behind were a resource spawning Batty’s creativity. The heterosexuality means their endless blather is not welcome, and instead they should arrange analogues for baby showers, gifts for the children, etc, but refuse. Their sodomy seeks artistic necrosis, having power in dying trends and franchises, while my burning brand is blatant in Batty’s work (they refused to fucking learn about, but it would be a mistake to feel any emotion about them.) To the degree that it literally empowers me drawing the original characters, after an infamous long history of discourse about my view of them.

Batty is the only candidate for causing my healing as she cares about every part of me, it becomes nice to think and to relax my brain on the street. As usual, my enemies do not believe what they claim, or the environment they created for my genius would not be so abysmal for the flourishing of my ideas. On /co/, random artists find cute ways to say my projects are so good they should be up in the air away from them, and that is the basis of establishing a business relationship. For works like Smiling Friends, only the eschatological Multiverse can save them through removing the personal hate as an ingredient in its development out of roots of screaming at a special darling of John K’s community, who Katie Rice was interested in… exploring (but my horrible freakishness that is an aspect of Batty’s Achilles was in the way)

The Homestuck thread has fantasies patterned after batty and me, which progresses connected creativity. Karkat represents my angry condemnations of the animation industry and other things, which batty reflects in Achilles as being business-minded. The anger and savage aggression is something only batty can manage, making it more expressive in the process, arising as an extremely mistrustful and wounded animal. The ultimate stupidity of Zoomers is yes - I consider participating in their life from a couple years ago being permanently muzzled, that’s why I kept bringing it up as I kept rejecting them. I’m a brutal savage person, it’s my last name. That’s the personal reason behind sacrificing for the personal qualities of Ren and Stimpy. I seek to invent a way to live while living up to my family name and other traits like my great-aunt working in a crime unit for children. I saw my mom turn into a deranged parody of my family from her fun in mainstream culture, casual sex and all. Outside of their artificial narrative, I am seeking how to genuinely live. Their elders will Have to concede “ok yes guy and ipgd engaged in problematic shotacon play and that is written into Homestuck that keeps being important to our lives actually.” They live by ideas of very temporary value. Women will be enchanted by my horrible monsters from my soul forever, of whatever age they are. See the ultimate stigmas of society, and you will know there are secret saints being persecuted for them. Eventually, they will see the myriad of crimes against ipgd - in her extremely sincere innocence - will have some of the biggest impacts on their eternity below their choice of belief.

Conclusion

FNAF gains edge through relating to the story of a leading Christian as he lives it, entertaining Christian kids and other kids. The horror exists not merely by employing some industry artist who would never waste time listening me instead of increasing his concept art skills, but by connecting to my philosophy and spiritual existence. Kids love to see a villain who affirms the evil of the very thing I sought to destroy with John K’s approach to personality - artificial personalities that went haywire due to my efforts. And so Scott makes him laugh, roar, and be happily insane, against fan expectations which gravitate to sanitizing the ideas due to nonbelievers.

This is an abstract visualization of what I saw some people’s souls are like at the end of my teenage efforts, like various greedy animation commentators. In part my efforts ended because I found out some people simply do violence with their dead souls against the ideas of others rather than think and contribute. Afterwards, my mom would scream about things like “people in my house” as a metaphor for people having influence on her mind that broke its self-centeredness because of me, getting deranged over me “blogging.” “Pieces of paper” were metaphors for ideas, and she sought to sue the female artists stealing non-corrupt pieces of her identity so I could function better. Her effort led to becoming a 24/7 ragehead, nonstop aggression and attempts to attack as by torturing my sister while taking advantage of her house, becoming like this image except less mechanical since she is driven by her decaying personal desires. And thus careerists fail to see why it is very reasonable I’m not driven to enjoy popular ongoing franchises.

Christian and Christian-friendly artists create ideas with inherent spiritual power and so nonbelievers had to forbid both, pretending as if art needs to function by endless discourse instead of the inherent resonance of a “Lord of the Rings” you can feel before reading it and learning about its pop culture presence.

This art culture by nonbelievers and people hostile to me was an invitation for artists like batty to find success, as her savage personality and smart brain makes accepting it like wearing a frustrating muzzle. To her my most abstract and aggressive ideas were soothing, and thus living for friendship includes living in a way that finds the best friends.

Indeed, this is why Caliborn was vilified for “the bitches,” as divine providence leading to a period of great boon for harsh girls is horrifying for Protestants.

lolkaysea being one of the bitches and a FNAF fan, this relates to me dropping out of high school for being like wasting away in a soul prison. Afterwards I discovered my own contributions to society; the normal attitude of the 00s was “all the important ideas like algebra are pretty much discovered and all that’s left is filling in the gaps.” Not only did I discover the great significance of personal ideas like ipgd’s love of Starscream and Metal Gear Solid, the entertainment of FNAF is centered around my ongoing science of the artificiality of the soul that relates to ipgd’s beloved robots. “Do it for master” is the sensible appraisal of still being expected to accept the worldview of Protestant culture whites as a black who can’t flourish in it; it will be societally cohesive, or maybe not with things like my vision around as “cancer” to the eyes of Protestant kids like my harassers.