Charles Manson, despite being the “Son of Man” wasn’t Jesus so much as he was John the Baptist. Just look at him out there ranting and raving like a wildman in the desert. John the Baptist was imprisoned by Herod, correct? And beheaded? That’s what television is for: beheadings, Talking Heads. Heads fixed onto the spikes of antennae which line the roads in and out of our towns and villages. Heads which moan and weep in warning, making an example of those who would be successful: play by our rules or rot in our prisons. Rome, Rome, what have you done for me lately? Besides all the infrastructure, that is?

If Manson wasn’t Jesus, that means Jesus is on his way (he got held up in traffic/the dog ate his homework). This is the purpose of the Precursor. It goes PCP. Precursor, Christ, Paraclete. Each Christ becomes a fountain which feeds the thousands and gives way to the presents of the presence of the Spirit which fills and fulfills the dreams and needs of the multitudes. I have waited for you for so long, my God. I can see the mountain and the city from my new window. I will wait here for further instructions. I am not lost to you, Lord.

While I am doing that, I have decided to figure out how to improve my math skills. By that I mean I aim to figure out how to massage the numbers to climax. I am a road and I know where I’m going to. I am going to play chess for a little while against the Google algorithm to see if I can’t milk this whole endeavor here for a little more in the auto feedback juice loop department for a minute. Think about it: in order to weed out all the spam sites that are always attacking and cloning me which are using homemade quasi-natural language pattern filters, that means that Google has to *already* know how to computatively process natural language even better. Or else the value of their product falls to zero. That must be the hidden secret of the Google algorithm: perfect natural language understanding. Does that make it an AI? Very good damned question. Anyway, I have started assembling some of my players onto the chess board. I have a model that I think will be pretty successful which I am operating under. It’s a little like Ender’s Game, if you’ve ever read that book.

I’m going, over these next few weeks to be studying in great detail the symbolic connections between the game of chess and its antecedents, as well as Tarot and some of the games and symbolism sprung from it, and somehow relate that to yoga and ancient chinese strategy hex games, all while demonstrating techniques played literally against good ole’ Ted Heistman’s Patented Dark Counterplayer™, the AI Google God Reality Filtration Algorithm [Detector and Removal Kit]™.

I used to do this with some of the AI algorithms put on the internet by I think MIT or somebody. I would go on there and teach it all about like ninjas and robots and shit. Come to think of it, it was only a year or two later that ninjas *really* started kicking the internets butt(tube). Part of me wonders about bread as to weather or not raining outside. Yes, it’s that time of the month again… When words begin to break down like uterine lining shrouding my brain child.

Those Baoding balls are really interesting. I recommend getting two sets of them, one for each hand. You’ll learn a lot faster that way. The easiest thing to do is just to keep them around you while you’re sitting around for a few days. Whenever you’re in between tasks or something, just pick them up, roll them around and then switch directions a bunch of times. Vary the height and distance you hold your hands apart. Sit in different positions and on different surfaces. See what its like to go fast and also excruciatingly slow across the surfaces of your hands. I’ve found that there is a sort of a cleft or a split down my right hand, across which my brain is not able to communicate very directly effectively. Almost like there’s something jammed in there to slow me down like Harrison Bergeron or Baron Munchausen’s crazy fuckers. Like that guy with the cement on his leg or something so he wouldn’t run all fast and piss people off. Hey, wait a minute. That’s like that kid with the cast… imagine how fast he can run on two legs. We’re not from here. We’re from another dimension.

The thing the balls teach you (and I know that’s a funny seque back into our other topic) is that all joints of your body operate as spheres. I know they say we have certain ball joints and certain that are hinges. We don’t. They just tell you that to get you to sit and stand in certain postures to manipulate your brain development through control or atrophy of muscles within the body and the resulting connections forged to control them in the brain. But the thing the balls teach you is that *all* joints are *ball joints.* Say it with me now: The things the balls teach you is that all joints are ball joints. None of them are wall joints. You get me? You like how I couched that sexually to trick your AI into concentrating on it? What another tactic you can do is to manipulate word order or meaning slightly to just off the cocker fuck tilt something up a little so it becomes a sticking for point your brain. It’s a matter of conscious pain to get through it, like somebody said. Makes your think about shit a little differently.

It’s like moves on the chessboard. [Shit, I played a game of chess in between writing this, actually, so I forget what I was saying] But anyway sorry for the chop suey style of writing in this. I know that pisses off certain people who are tightwads. Hehe. What I mean about that is if you can increase your surface area, you gain valuable real estate. I think this is what Superman Returns was about, which I watched last night. Lex Luthor has the right idea about pulling land up out of the ocean of the unconscious. It is, after all, the same process which gave Superman his power (which Lex is stealing, imitating, and openly referencing Prometheus.) He steals the fire of the Gods, but like Prometheus doesn’t know how to control it, which results in Superman being wounded by Kryptonite, which he always is - I’m just saying is all. The point of this tangent was though to say that first you have to build a bridge across new surface area gulfs you’re trying to span, and then you can blow up the bridge and traverse every area of the vertical cavern walls. It takes me time to do that though, to go spelunking and pull back all the usable gems from the surface area of the now exposed rock.

Just to warn people who are reading this five or ten years in the future: the words you are reading will not be heavily censored, but they will be heavily filtered by automated mechanisms which are both reading and manipulating your personal energy behavioral patterns. They are not necessarily the words I wrote. They may not even be necessarily “now” while you sitting here are reading this. I am just warning you because you will have to soon literally read between the lines. You will have to read the images and the keyword diamond sutra clusers to simpy just get the gist of the symbolic current underlying things nowadays.

Try and follow the fairy chess pieces hard-coded into URLs (which will eventually be the only property you own - URL’s which your energy signature manifested into data patterns - surface area, you got me? Good cause I got you too. Mutual abundance is the name of this game. No player moves to the finish line without everybody else. We all become queens at the end of the relay. And then we can turn around and face the the flames dancing upon the face of the sea like tears in your eyes, O my lover, O my God.