Part 2 of Wish's Humiliating Fantasy: Protestant Identity versus Real Identity: Alternate Universes
Basis for the full article. I eviscerate the spiritual and social context that led to the "villain song" of the film, of course a story of entitlement.
Eternal Prelude continues with The Twilight Bark: βThe ghost dog flies in the diaphragm of dog constellation, whirling to commence the Bark. Splitting through the twilight space, it crackled and surged across the edges of each day's deeds.β
Previous. As an adolescent I cared a lot about Walt Disney and other classic creators, but I could not expect anybody to take my sentiments seriously as they were essentially about magic. Not the works as they are or even as they are remembered from how most people watched them as children. But rather some kind of indiscernible secret being gestured towards with sensations and strangely meaningful details of the works. One of the best examples being the Twilight Bark.
And so, John K's blog was the basis for discovering how to generate such magic and thereby understand it. From his Orthodox lineage and other sources like Ralph Bakshi adapting Lord of the Rings, he had a fine eye for traditions. The Walt Disney brand was fueled by traditions, bringing stories of the past and that contemporary day into Walt's vision. And thereby the animation and other products of the company become defined by his person. It is his image as an individual human which becomes the most valuable thing for the company. It is the spirit of the work which makes it function properly. Problem being that this connects into heaven. That's very disturbing for manchildren, and so they preferred to pervert the company to make garbage like turning red, which is itself sticking up a middle finger to tradition. Does anybody enjoy, or even care about, what they make in the process? No. It's just slop to process for a couple years. Its lasting legacy will be inspiring dimensions of groomer culture, for I estimate a decade max.


This was too high-minded and too spiritually minded for the spoiled children running into the animation industry, for what they imagined as jobs of pure glamor. Not only did I have principles and values they completely lacked, from the very beginning the way I experienced cartoons was different from them. I was Charlie with my golden ticket and they didn't even care enough about the chocolate factory to go through the tour. The severity of their selfishness lead to them eventually suckling at the teat of things that would not exist without me, like Helluva Boss.
Such work gluttonously disregards the voice of Walt Disney, which can be heard worldwide, hence Kingdom Hearts. A work of such profundity it's essentially a different kind of miracle, although one needs to understand Walt Disney personally to see it. To look back on how I experienced the work of things like by Walt Disney is to create strange situations of alternate realities that cannot yet be understood, as that is not the Disney people know these days. For me, going on to the internet and starting an artistic Revolution was simply something to do to fix issues, like a maintenance man. Not something that would leave permanent resonating shockwaves of discourse.

Communism, identity politics, and other tools are mechanisms of expressing resentment that reality is unequal, has always been and will always be. I was born enjoying cartoons better, made decisions that heightened my ability to engage with cartoons, and after all that I did not even want to work in cartoons, enraging industry manchildren like Alex Hirsch. This teaches the lesson that God is most important, not a dream of getting your work displayed alongside Disney movies. When do you focus only on that, nobody actually cares, some people just have your work as part of their upbringing. Meanwhile when you orient it towards the heavenly, that resonates in ways that are really important.



My malefactors who crumbled my life tried to change my priorities and dreams and what I appreciated. In part, Homestuck was set up like I could come in and feast on it. I could say βhey wait, Caliborn's not the villain, he's me and I'm a hero!β The spirit of protestantism presenting alternatives from darkness and choosing to suffer. I could have said that I was poor and stuff and needed some help. Then it would have been reshaped βunwillinglyβ by Andrew into a Disneyland for me.
I made myself very difficult to understand to avert this process, aligning with Andrew's vision so he could not parasitize my own in the false act of compassion Boomer women invented. The name Lord English Andrew stole out of the spiritual background of artwork relates to the combative use of things like scripture. I believed in the combat of Christianity and I became part of the government in that area. On top of that my monsters are all associated with an English word. I don't want to have a sob story of being poor. I want to come in like a badass talking about how pathetic the people who abused me in poverty were, as I in fact did. I want to provoke the cosmic horror and pain of telling those responsible they never should have done it, not accept a compromise situation.

And so the Rage of those involved in this led to insane toxic hostility as I had refused their opportunity to embrace the compassion of their Protestant parents. And that's who it was for. A heretical church seeking to undermine principles of atonement, boundaries, accomplishment. The betrayal of what they had done meant that I eventually began thinking of rejecting them from my own Cosmic setting even if they are saved. The scale and meaning invokes alternate timelines and alternate realities, which Protestants did their best to run away from as it was the necessary consequence of the real nature of their Church, mechanisms of bringing back the traditions and works they had damaged and prevented through things like stealing candidates for faithfulness to warp through their sense of Christian doctrine.
That history is directly reflected in the ordeal of Homestuck and related things like Gravity Falls. I had great friend candidates and by getting involved in those fandoms and crews and stuff their potential and relations to me were warped and withered. I have been gifted God's own emotions about the Protestant church.
This history led to the βvillain songβ of Wish. Alongside simple sadism and cruelty from people like spoiled privileged Millennial women who didn't want a cultural authority like me telling them what to do (although I wouldn't have done that anyway as they aren't friends), there was also that lost dream of reconciliation with their Protestant parents. This song reaches out yet again for that reconciliation as βgood boys and girlsβ, as they had set up the arena for me avoiding my long and atrocious suffering through making claim to things like Homestuck and Steven universe as they were actually being made. Evidence of this setup has been launching out of their statements they've been giving me for the past year or so, which only make sense if they were intended to be said in 2013. The Spumdonor people going βSpumdonor isn't even good enough for youβ intended to pull me down from my future of building my Cosmic setting, and so on and so forth. Communists and Protestants being made whole again, and then they turn around and laugh as I get gratification from LARPing as Caliborn and other stupid intentions like that. Of course I only put together their plan here literally while I was writing this article.
As I've been enjoying thinking for weeks, in around 2011 they cried out at me as βRetardedβ because I was βrobbing themβ of such cultural moments. Myself just a tool of letting them accept that communism and protestantism are different details on the same side of the same coin in an enjoyable way. Their desire for upper middle class Disney World sanitation applied to spiritual life.

Meanwhile one of my adolescent fantasies was my mom getting together with her magician boyfriend. I have reconciled with my dad in the present, but that back then I was looking for a father figure or father figures. He got me a magic kit, but I had nobody to do magic tricks with. While I was declaring myself to be amazing like The Amazing Randi, the people Pixar films and similar cultural authorities raised were screaming about me having an astronomical ego and tearing me apart. One of the stupidest things I saw in popular cartoons as a teenager was the ending of Finding Nemo where they pull down the net. That's just acting against the circle of life, giving up on the principles of The Lion King, putting the culture into a tailspin of incoherence that emerged as queer culture. And at the time of my teenage Revolution, the ignition point for queer culture was right there. Screaming at me and ruining my magic tricks like being a real life Metal Gear Solid character as my soul immolated. They pulled down the net, and what the fuck did they get from it?

We can see that people are not resonating with the villain story. A consequence of their Disneyland is that they become lost in their own minds and their own sensations, which they cruelly weaponized against me by conveying that I was excluded and they didn't care. But they were excluding 99% of people too. I was just a part of their community to be the Lazarus at their gates, comforted by dogs. 101 Dalmatians reshaped my whole life, that's why I watched it over and over. The world was inhospitable for the golden ticket it gave me, and yet it is here. Walt Disney is a prince and king of the development of darkness and light in reality, and I have joined him.

And so the pettiness of the βdestroyed dreamsβ like having a nanny or a giant chicken is an expression of sanitized Post-Protestant Disney Adult life. Confined from the world away from its winds and surprises and hardships, and startled to see them appear from their point of view. On the contrary I accepted hardships that broke my spiritual bones under their weight, which is the sort of thing the spiritual domain of Animation wanted in that time. Life without problems, without disappointments, created a film that is a disappointment with endless problems. They have possibly Homestucked* for the last time.
*Do the sort of creative shit Homestuck did, verb
The Twilight Bark is a majestic spirit of the boundary between light and darkness, where those beings of duty dogs come to the rescue of children when the war of good versus evil affects them the most. I put that together because I was willing to listen, and give up the Earthly kingdom. Kingdom Hearts as it was in my imagination was better than Kingdom Hearts as it was played. Next part when its made