The Social Game Part 2: Theology of the Flesh
Continuing the Thanksgiving season and also countering Wokes trying to co-opt Joan of Arc. The thrashing bad nature of my enemies is exposed
Eternal Prelude connects to HeavenChat: “Flame-OnTorch: Reconnecting the Underworld to Hollywood. Playing “hateful fart cartoon”. I repeat: playing “hateful fart cartoon.” Wow!!!!! Blooom vravravreee! Bleedman is back baby! He's cool again. So are the 00s in general. And also the real meaning of 9/11 as mapped in Bleedman’s famous page of BillyandMandy is going to be explored again, as I was so upset about people blast swimming *blaspheming 9/11 as a unit of measurement of other tragedies. There's no tragedy like 9/11 baby!”
Previous. When people bellowed in outrage in the latter half of my Revolution, that was an expression of the flesh. The concept of the flesh is important in the Bible. It could arise the confusion of non-believers as to why it is so powerful if people are expected to practice self-control far more than anything regarding it.
Cosmic theology addresses such confusion: human desires, drives, feelings and so forth are supposed to connect into the Cosmos. The fallenness created by original sin meant that much of these faculties of humanity were useless. They still functioned, but without the meaning they should have. They were like machines burst forth out of a factory, thrashing around on the ground still trying to do their work. This can explain the savagery depicted at the beginning of the Bible, even amongst the better Israelites. Gradually people learned to put their machines in society back in their proper places, although they still didn't do much. This helped lead to the arrival of Jesus's first coming as they were not so primitive anymore, they had regained some of the humanity they were supposed to have.
ipgd presents an example: a lot of women these days talk about the ick and try to make it sound Noble, but they're really just feeling the tiniest signs of a male being socially unacceptable because their social gatekeeping in our internet age was so indiscriminate and defiant towards masculine authority, most of all myself. We can expect that they will be shocked at some of the men they missed out on connecting with because of this, which is a suitable natural punishment to divinely reveal after this life.
Meanwhile ipgd would do things I communicate that I'm being too monstrous and spacey. That's really cool and a mutually satisfying interaction even in the midst of all the bullshit we had to deal with: it was a consolation all on its own that I was getting close to horrifying the minds of random people online. I missed out on so many worldly things but gaining real life monster power is eternally Superior to them.
It's pretty easy to understand for anybody that this was a thing. After all people used to believe in goddesses, and there were figures like Helen of Troy, and so participated in a basis for putting a premium on female feelings and beauty such that to go against them is by itself a crime. But it was really difficult to approach that form of such things, and instead liberal feminist women made demands to tear down society. They took pride in their femininity, but sought a more advanced state in the easiest way. Men fantasize about things like being super soldiers, but those super soldiers actually have to train and make sacrifices, like Master Chief. And so if they actually want a better place in society, they should become the kind of woman men wage war for.
There's this girl on TikTok I keep looking at and in her latest video she had shamed her husband for claiming not securing their baby was fine because the child “didn't die”, and I realized she was reflecting my disasters. When people chose to be unconcerned with their children, they built the model of neglecting me during my revolutionary efforts that will be revisited in the Multiverse. I was making myself a new baby, of the model of a man, which she compares him to from her past on social media, seeking to measure him according to my standard to heal that past. As I war I dedicate myself to making her life more meaningful.
And so our social life today is defined by the weak and undeserving women who used the tool of social media as a new tool of feminine power. The queers who harass me for projects I inspired directly reflect things like their fanfiction. And not even as good as they were: they saw the beauty of characters like Captain America and Iron Man, but their depictions wrapped them in their own selfish desires, and the Zoomer males who attacked me only remembered their selfish desires. Not the meaning of Iron Man.
People amongst the opposing factions struggle to connect with others as I do as they are ensnared by the flesh: they were willing to sacrifice many things of human nature, including those things mainstream society does not discuss because it is normal to sacrifice them there. Then when they try to connect with somebody they try to throw them around like a tool for gain and gratification. They cannot connect as I do with ipgd or Michelle, not even needing to see them or have a conversation. (As influenced the bizarre narrative of Homestuck that ended without a conversation between the main four kids, mystifying the fan base) But when I see Michelle's face I feel her having been behind a computer screen many times. There are things there that should not even be described, as it would be undeserving for the eyes of those cursed by the flesh.
With their tactics of excluding me they aimed to weaponize the flesh, as the only way of interacting was to ambush people with things like cutting-edge observations and strange jokes, setting up doing their greedy and queer abuse of me as if they were “getting revenge” for me messing up the mind of a cute anonymous girl artist or something. (of course my ambushing later developed into powers of spider leaps and clamors from trap doors, this new vibrancy recontextualizing all previous ambushes I did as long as I have access to social groups to perform this recontextualization)
They perversely and hatefully anticipated my difficulty in explaining what distinguishes my ways from their ways. But I didn't actually need to do that as they turned out to be so pathetic. (Just because you have the free will to do bad things doesn't mean what you will do will actually work, when you aim for bad ideas in foolishness) I simply displayed how cool and proven right I was and they did their best to obstruct every single community related to my teenage and young adult efforts, proving that they know they're wrong.
I was so slow in actually explaining how hard my life was from starting my artistic Revolution not only to avoid hurting friendly people with the knowledge, but also for the satisfying process of them lashing out of concerns of the flesh: “you were mean to people in 2012!” “You didn't do something about the one thing I saw happened!” “You harmed my career!” With the final reveal that I just spent my time in a dream cocoon constructed by people like Michelle, and I sacrificed the maximum health of my spirit for the sake of my Revolution like everything else. This was a loss much more severe than anything else, and so to have no concern for that loss is to blaze the most massive negative report card in the heavens from your perspective, in perfectly customized detail of your carelessness. As the Cosmic beings return and other processes happen to restore what should have existed instead of the flesh, my true enemies will be left staring at myself in that abstract bedroom, trying to comprehend the scale of what I had done to restore true life.
The next part will break down individual methods of enemy communities, using my unique powers as an accomplished androgynous male to dismantle and replace bad culture.