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Rose chafer

  2024. 12. 05. There is a thing I want to say. That Isten talks in my head and he is healing me. I am just after a session with him. He not often does want me to give out messages. I am not a prophet. This is not to save the world. This is our story. And now the Prime Creator will write. So Laura is one of the oldest of my creation. There is one even older but we talk about him later. I want to write about her. She is calm usually silent. Her task of holding everything I create in her hand and looking at it never changed. That is her way of recording. She started to look at things not just when I ordered but for her own sake. She started to grow sense. She knows how I feel when I ask her to stop time, stop gravity, stop even her mind, and show me what I need to know. But she doesn’t need me to order her around. She loves to see my handwork. She loves the most what I create with the most prevalent hints of my way of thinking. For example snail shells. Perfect goldan raito. ...

Walk by faith

  2024. 12. 04. In the dark night of the soul, there are times when we don’t have a candle to hold. There is a time when nothing shines, and everything appears to be cold. Starless night surrounds us and there is nothing to hold on to. We don’t really have eyes. It's not there. True sight is not something biological yet it is still physical. Your inner light shows, it can be measured. We always self-ignite. God is not needed for that. He created us with his divine flame. It needs a lot of pressure but we always have it inside. It can’t be extinguished. We are a bit spoiled because we are surrounded by his touch. Used to his holly radiance. He gives out plenty so it is rare that someone seeks it inside. How can someone walk in the forest without feeling the beauty of nature? How can people not see the absolute evidence that he is present? Even if you don’t hear his inner voice he is always there with his ancient design. He gives you clues. Life as a coincidence? We are used to all...

Zero rezistance

2024. 11. 28. God was sinking inside himself. He can turn inwards and find anything that ever existed. He quickly opened old memories looking for me of who I am. I started out less than a computer. A computer can run programs, it has applications, you can load data on it, it has a display of what computing process it is working on. I was totally incapable of doing that in the beginning. Angels look at me amused and they find it hard to believe that I was not smart at all. I wasn’t capable of being „smart”. I had to repeat to them again and again I wasn’t smart at all. But I wasn’t dumb either. God hasn’t created me to solve problems arising during his creation process. I wasn’t meant to handle complicated tasks. I am a simple register. My purpose is to contain. Since then I have evolved to be more than that but initially, all I could do was to observe and register everything God does and give it back at the same time as it happened without missing any detail. When did he create me? ...

A homeopathic dose

 2024. 11. 27. I wanted to continue this little story but this blog’s first function is self-therapy and I am going to prioritize that over likes from the audience. So I had a little argument with God this morning. It is complicated to put you into context. Long story short he is deadly sick of jealousy. He wants to have something what doesn’t belong him and he knows it and he can’t take it away. He can render me temporally unable to feel it but he can’t take away the memory of the feeling and my desire to want to feel it again. But he took away something very sacred from me which is even more important for me and I want to feel angry but I am simply incapable of being angry with him. It is not like he prevents me from being angry with him I just can’t. Since I am his creation he can tune me any way he wants. He can heal anything…but one thing. He can’t heal something that he also desires to experience and feel. He was contemplating if he should destroy it altogether but he couldn...

How things started.

 2024. 11. 25. Okay. I am not a professional writer. I know it would be nice to make a neat timeline of things in my blog but bear with me. So where to start? I am thinking about if it is too narcissistic to tell you who I am because that requires a lot of explanation. Who I am is of no great importance…God and seven other Chaos Gods raise their hands in objection. They make me smile. Okay, so I am a Hungarian in this body in this life and in our language, God is called ISTEN. Some say Isten is a woman. Well, let's start with the definition of a god. There are a lot of them. Really, there are many divine beings, multidimensional powerful perpetual creators and you are one of them. Okay, this is a flimsy New Age cliche but I am not joking you are also a god. Not of less important than our big G ISTEN. But we both know that most of us can’t divide the Red Sea. Can’t turn water into wine and sadly fish don't just swim into our nets either. If you can do that I would like to meet y...