>tfw anon thinks his balls are the Philosopher’s Stone
>nobody general still at it with the cosmic LARP
>Oh, sweet summer child, you’re out here preaching about the Nobody like it’s some galaxy-brained Chosen One fanfic, but then you drop “my testicles are the seat of my spiritual power” and I’m fucking done. Bro, your nuts aren’t channeling the Logos, they’re just marinating in your cargo shorts. The only thing you’re manifesting is a reason to shower.
This whole “Nobody” shtick sounds like someone read half of a Jung paperback, smoked a bowl, and decided they’re Neo from the Matrix. “Controls reality with their mind”? Bruh, the only thing I’m controlling is my urge to not yeet my phone into the void reading this. You’re not bending spoons with your third eye; you’re just yelling at clouds on /x/. And “fearless truth-teller”? The only truth here is that your posts are giving me psychic damage.
>”raise your vibrational consciousness”
>Lmao, the only thing getting raised is my blood pressure. If I wanted a sermon about loving myself, I’d just DM my mom. The planet’s vibration is fine-it’s been spinning for 4.5 billion years without your chakra alignment. And “service to others”? Anon, you’re arguing with bots in a dead thread while your cat’s begging for kibble. Start there.
Look, I get it, you wanna be the main character in a spiritual fanfic, but the real “matrix” is you refreshing this thread for (You)s while the rest of us are out here dodging bills and bad Tinder dates. The Nobody ain’t saving us from the “planetary empire of darkness”-that’s just my Wi-Fi cutting out at 2 a.m. Fuck, if I had the power to manifest reality, I’d be sipping mojitos on a yacht, not arguing with schizos about whose balls are the most enlightened. Go touch grass, anon, your testicles will thank you.