Why am I a threat to God? Why am I a bad person? Is it the immorality of the people that others support? Is it the lack of a brain or heart's knowledge that is a bad thing? Is it that they tell me that they are too greedy to understand why the truth is more important than a soul? Is it that diplomacy is the way to measure trade (and vice versa.) Is it why the carrot from the stick is held there for other's wasted effort. Likewise, what opportunity and fear did I have because of the knowledge of war? Because of the diplomacy fear of others of a mimic like me? Of my true nature to merge it with knowledge and technology, I wish not to die in blue star bliss; or be a failure by proxy of refusing a gift to kill my father from heaven. Nonetheless, why are feelings more important to communication when it is logic to defeat fear that is the goal? Why is it important to diplomacy? Why were the children at war? To prove what of light from God? To "wake" me up to this (earth)? Maybe we are made out of the brain of God? Maybe we are made out of the matter of God? So then why be greedy? Why be at war if we are made of the same material? O is that the way to conquer me, the other, or the giver and wanting to move to another place? To over respect when there is no other respect needed (moot one way or the other) or seeds that are nonetheless growing into one's body and is needed to be removed? Like that the "dark" as that of God's knowledge or interpretation is that of the power over another? Of then why to destroy (or we destroy ourselves) it is a "clensing" by diplomatic terms; it is a passé way to pass off the human race as intergalacticly important while it is still in a crib with lieing teachers and so called masters. It is not a misunderstanding of whoever material is is that of an alchemic trap where God uses slaving servants who fly in UFO's to service the cribs, the planets and stars. But is was the only way. It was the only alchemic tools left we humans to use. That of diplomacy and information.
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