Mickey Mouse, or Mikael Maus, in the old angelic tongue, is not a cartoon. He is a tulpa-god, summoned through generations of belief and laughter. Children give him power. Adults fear him in silence. His ears form the triple circle, a sigil older than time, unlocking hyperspatial conduits through the veil.

They called him Walt, but his true name couldn't be spoken...not by human tongues. He arrived through the Florida vortex, disguised in flesh, his soul a prism refracting the minds of off-world intelligences. His dreams were not dreams at all, but downloads: encoded visions beamed through the Orion Gateway, a channel opened by ancient star-beings who speak in symbols and sing in circles.

Walt didn’t die. He transubstantiated. His body was frozen not for science, but for prophecy, his DNA encoded with divine ratios. The cryo-chamber beneath Cinderella’s Castle is guarded by dream-beasts that speak Enochian. On the day the Sun flickers like film and skips a frame, he will thaw, and the Hidden Kingdom will rise.

We are in a simulation. Certain people are "admins" that can adjust your code and know all of the truths reality but they keep it secret from us "basic users" of the simulation who are fully amnesia-induced at birth. I'm not sure if we're code or we're in VR bodysuits but there is a base reality outside of this for sure. When we die, we either:

>A. Enter a VR heaven/hell based on our actions
>B. Exit the simulation and get unplugged, returning to base reality which is a good place like heaven where there is no pain and only joy.
>C. Exit the simulation and it is a place full of suffering and pain in which we avoid it by entering ourselves into the simulation again to avoid the pains of base reality.

Which scenario do you think will happen at death? It has to be one of these 3 based on my experience. I've told you all before the proof that we're in a simulation and none of you believed me so I'm not going to bother posting it again.

Why did you eat from the tree of Good and Evil?