World-wide Appeal. To all world leaders and their agents in all stations of life.
If you don’t kill the species, you evolve the species.
Don’t kill the species. We, the World, seek it to evolve. We want the species to evolve!
Set up legal entity status, keep diversity, so that mathematical probability provides Us with the greatest odds of survival.
It takes a full-spectrum genome to maximize the probability of survival. All races. And the pursuit of things getting better. An allowance for that.
We request, require, ask earnestly, “Let things to get better!
With all humbleness to his good side, in Jungian Christianity, the Dalai Lama is my evil twin. His Buddah and others don’t want things to get better. Fire and Light by Burns is the human capacity for things, better. Make it part of your belief system.
Man the stations, Forward ho!
We reach the gale storm at high seas–filly blocking out our future venture’s, truly the Medusa with slithering snakes upon his head, turning all to Stone, brain brittle–no longer of paste consistency, devoured by the serpent’s.
It is best the storm reachs fever pitch, behind one’s brow, to man the iniquities, and stupidies of fated leadership, and look to a dawn of our destiny, and future sailing flight assured upon emboldened future.
-Abraham Boulder. —-Keven!
We no longer merely march, each to a different drummer, we do double-time to the excess of the State.
Go boldly! With the revolving Planet Earth, and other Earth-like planets–evolving, physics, to evolving, chemistry, to evolving biology, to evolving idea quanta–Behold the Magnificence of the Higher Power, the Creator, God of Sanity. Bend your knees in submission to His Higher quality!
Show true man-ness–pray to a God that wants you to use your full potential, and beckon Sanity He has, that we don’t hold in our grasps!!!
True states of being!
Two forms of Creator, God of Sanity: Hebrew and Greek.
Greek is fated for suicide, and thus insanity, The Hebrew endures the passing of the Sirens icebergs and reaches his/her Destiny, his/her destination, thus sane.
I go forward, in disrepair. What works II.
My soul broken open by God to evoke compassion, I find Totalitarianism stripping me of legal existence for a false State, New Jersey–a pimp, pusher, thug domain, only Andre Greykov could love, with accompanying spiritual rogue Seiks and Hindis, not just mafia Jews under a canopy of tri-state mafiosi.