>>81537723 (OP)I was once suicidal, anon. Chronically. I have been hospitalized in the past for it. The day I realized that I could play life as if it were a videogame, I was no longer suicidal. The day will come when I put the barrel into my mouth, when things must end, but that day is not today. I haven't yet met my sacred and totally fucking insane goals.
Lesser men have dreams of financial success, rolexes and gucci slop, or of happy families and living a life that benefits their community. I have dreams of daughter-wives on the high sea. It will come to pass. Beyond that, I do not know. Yet.
I have been an atheist for 25 years, but I can only now admit that God Himself is leading me with visions toward my end, whatever it is. I see things that I know I have to seek out. I am moving 2000 miles across the country because of a single image that seared into my mind one night, out of nowhere. I traveled to the place where I knew my vision was likely from, and I sought it out. I spent hundreds of dollars just to try to find this image.
I found it, anon.
God isn't what people tell you He is. Or It is. God is fucking unknowable, just definitionally. To assume you can understand something that has the characteristics of what we would call "God" is fucking insane. He's honestly probably some kind of fish; or maybe an ichorous mass deep in the Earth, waiting for the day It will burst out of the crust; or a bacteria colony floating in space. I don't know. I'm really hoping it's the fish one.
All i know for sure is that I have visions and dreams that I feel are special somehow. I seek them out. I find them in life.
To bring on the sacred visions, you have to fashion your mind into a receiver, and be patient. There are ways of doing this I could teach you.
I believe in a world more real than this one, anon. It is a world of dreams. I am Fitzcarraldo. I am Don Quixote. I am alive, and I am telling you, there are giants to be slain out there