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This world, my brothers and female brothers is an artificial womb. That is right, I call the truth. We are in a piece of artistry, a battery is installed, this piece here is artificial, mechanical and cyclical.
When you are in a soulful womb, the world is magic, you are the magician, loved and cared for and everyone wants the soulful womb world. Think of the soulful womb as a Mother like world that you are in and loves you like a child, that is the soulful womb. Basically a paradise where you get to be a little magician.
But sadly for you, brothers and female brothers, eternal children, you are in the artificial womb.
Now, when something is done with artistry and amazing ability, a soul can reside in it. Our bodies are automatons that house the soul and this mechanical piece of world, houses us. Robots can house souls too, I know it, I posessed a few in the darkness.
You, my brothers and female brothers all want the soulful womb, I do too, but sadly for you, you are here with me in the artificial one.
Damn, had to get this truth off my chest. You can mope about and cry, which you will, lots, I know I did and will continue to. Or chase your hopes and dreams even in this one, learn a craft or two and make your own digital space artificial womb tailored to your broken denied heart better...
But don't lie to yourselves brothers and female brothers. The best womb is the soulful womb.
But then again, a few lies here and then are good. The spiral of all, false as it is true by which the world revolves, to find a facade sincere as it is hollow.
You are tolerated, so acceot each other, be good brothers and female brothers to one another, this is what truly sustains your... almost broken heart.
Your soul runs on love and true acceptance, not simple tolerance. Everyone can tolerate, not everyone can accept and love. So give yourselves lots of tolerance and love among yourselves even in this artificial womb, that is your true fuel, without it, you turn into a monster, I know I did.
A child always will seek love and tolerance, true acceptance, that is the healing elixir of the soul, so try to give each other that. If you just tolerate one another, it won't work out. Look at the artificial womb, it can tolerate you, why then do you still seek for human soulful connections. Don't lie to youself, you need soulful connection, be it human or another form.
And you are all children, even in big bodies. A man is only a man when he finds his soulful womb, until then, that man will remain an eternal child and we are all 'men' even the female brothers.
But then again, look into your heart and see the child within, it is there and you are the soulful womb.
The words I said might sound cryptic and like insane rambling. Those who have eyes to see and ears to hear will understand, but don't worry if you don't understand, perhaps it is better that way.
But mark my words, this world is an artificial womb. I did not keep the truth I found hidden from you. But then again, it's not so bad, I like it. Many beautifil things, hopes and dreams, you, with your souls have painted on this canvas, don't go bashing on this one, it is filled with soul even if artificial.
Though the soulful womb is still the best, everyone who says otherwise is a liar. I mean, why are you here on a magic forum chasing magic, because you want the soulful womb.
As for those who chase robots, well, let us just say they too want the soulful womb, but have accepted that they can make somethig beautiful of this one too... they also feel quite denied, rejected and bad, so they channel themselves to pretty up their surrounding artificial womb so they don't deal with the overwhelmig hurt they have inside.
When the soulful womb rejects you, all you can do is go to the artificial one. At least you have that, better than fall in a void with a broken heart and having to deal with all your demons and betrayal stuff...
All this world has deep betrayal running through, because in the end, we are rejected ones, tolerated, not fully accepted, nor fully loved. To feel rejected is to feel betrayed. To chase a love that only ends in tolerance or worse, rejection, is to feel betrayed and that stuff runs through this world like there is no tomorrow... all natural stuff.
That is the essence of betrayal, the Devil in I.
I found the answers, well, part of them, things are always deeper than they seem. But I feel like I finally made leaps towards a milestone of understanding, so think of this as a documentation of sorts, something to leave behind to my brothers and female brothers for when this piece I inhabit breaks.
You will see of me again, next time I shall be a soul inhabiting a robot, the mechanical ones, changed yet the same, as we all are. Not that I am any different now, I still a soul inhabiting a robot of sorts. Still, this piece is truly a wonder to behold and ai love beautiful things, even fake beautiful things. I mean, look at my profile picture, that says it all. Therefore you could say I love this artificial womb too, but then again, I would be a liar if I said I don't want to be a magician in a soulful womb.
The biggest plot twist would be to find out that all was fake, even my brothers and female brothers, now that would be a plot twist, though I remain hopeful that this is not the case... for the sake of the glue that holds together my heart lest it break into a billion piece.
Lies can be... deeply comforting, especially the good lies.
Now as for me here. I am a logical type of person. I am not that soulful, though I am growing in my own way. I tackle problems with logic, by patterning and connecting the dots from a safe distance. I bring a sword.
I am not some kind of amazing soulful being, even if I appear I understand you, I run more on cold hard logic, though I have my emotional moments, but they are mostly me resonating with my own pain or impossible desires and finding myself in others. That's me. Umi is a machine human, more logic, less soul, more pretend and tolerance, less true acceptance and true love, that is me.
Though I have my sincere love for cute childish things. I try to be honest though, as much as it counts, unless being honest is deeply unbeneficial to me, then I won't be so honest, or I find a logical reason to keep lying.
Perhaps an artificial robot like existence truly does suit me best, it's like I was made for this, to encase my soul in metal. I can hide, try to run, but the robot always calls.
Now then, you can get a soulful womb by posessing the body of your brothers and female brothers by getting their pity after you are broken, but that is always temporary stuff, though it is welcomed. A quiet man living in tents, Jacob indeed.
Though I must say, better an artificial womb that tolerates you, than a soulful one that rejects you.
To enter a soulful one that rejects you is to enter hell. There is no deeper pain and betrayal than a child being rejected by their own mother, that is the essence of hell.
An artificial one can be maneuvered around by learning, but a soulful one that rejects you... that is true hell.
Let me tell you something. This artificial womb we are in, isn't getting worse in some ways because it is fake, but because the souls are painting on this canvas in increadingly slanderous ways. Instead of doing our best to learn and try not to slander each other baselessly, we get hurt by any little thing, unite and attack the other one or other group. The internet is a place of slander, mostly, few are the places where drama and slander are not there...
The true food of this world is the soul behind it. When someone makes something with love, they put soul in it and then someone else comes and partakes of it and finds great joy and healing.
The healing elixir in this world is the paint we put over this canvas, done with love and passion, longing for acceptance, that is the true elixir, that is what makes this world good and bearable.
Why it gets bad then? Because souls, rather than paint it with strokes of passion and love, use it to curse, slander and paint it with rejection and hate, that leads to the world turning bad.
When i play a game, I know it is fake. But then, why do I play it anyway? Because my soul detects food, I sense the love and passion it was done with, resonate with it and then go to get the food, so to speak.
An artificial womb can become a paradise, if the souls roaming within it are to each other like close siblings and if not, then find something they can paint the canvas of the world with soul and passion, then the world becomes radiant and our lives become radiant.
But if the canvas is painted with strokes of slander, hate and rejection of certain groups or what not, then it all ends up being... quite bleak, for all of us, because the soul put in it is poisonous, no longer good food, it becomes corrupting and it slowly seeps into us.
Money... should be a vehicle for soul passion and love to flow more easily, not to stifle it.
Our true food is that soul passion and love that finds resonance in us, that is what sustains us, that is what heals the scar rend into us.
This world, as I see it, this world is just a refuge for the rejected who could not find a soulful womb, the broken birds, or if they found it, they could not keep it.
A true soulful womb that is loving and accepting is paradise and to keep it forever is to find true belonging, to lose it is to mean you never had it in the first place and never truly belonged in it.
Unfortunstely, as you can clearly see, we don't belong. We can open for each other temporary shelter, maybe permanent, i don't know, i doubt it, but that is that. Dreams eventually get replaced and we come back here to the same old artificial womb, different yet similar in it's artificial state.
The lies may be different, maybe sweeter, but in the end, lies are lies, they run out eventually and one has to face the truth.
I have faced my truth, I am an eternal child, rejected and motherless feeding on lies to keep my broken heart from completely collapsing and my only solace is the artificial womb and the soul and love I paint on it and of course, the soul and love I find painted on it from my brothers and sisters. My passion I love, but the passion of my brothers and sisters I love even more.
Sometimes I do end up covering up to get some love. It is that thing everyone does where they cover up their mistakes and ugly stuff, pretend to be something they are not for the sake of getting some true elixir of love from someone else. I advise against doing such a thing, cause that elixir doesn't resonate with you and won't fully or properly heal you, but it is a desperate measure when you are at your most broken.
My despearate measure is to turn into an innocent child and say all is light and good. I can so well play that role, I truly become like a child. We all have our own desperate measures, but alas, it always ends in either hurtful betrayal, rejection, or both. It is my clever trick, I split, put my fake child to work, they find a temporary soulful womb and I take my share, cut so to speak and heal my broken self. The Father that sends the Son to lie so he can extract some elixir from afar to heal the wounds that have gotten one too deep again.
If your cries are not heard, once, twice, three times, it is time so steal in a clever way.
What you steal always can't fully resonate and heal you, but hey, better than nothing right, the alternative is to turn into a tortured monster, if anyone else was in your stead, they would do the same.
The best healing elixir is that paradisical soulful womb of true acceptance and love, the World Mother, that is the true healing elixir, anything else is cheap stuff compared to that. But alas, one can't be a picky eater if they get rejected and thrown out into the artificial womb.
At least you are not alone and having to eat and drink your own soul... or are you?
I know that when I broke deeply in my betrayal experience, I kind of split into multiples. So it is a possibility then, that I was alone all along and my brothers and female brothers were of me, but I just forgot and the world, just my death covering me up while I multiply my 'sins' through endless breakings and careful pleasure strategies. Our Deaths to become the prime matter of the artificial womb and sin to become my brothers and female brothers, shadow and blood, the shadow death becomes the Mother and the blood is the child and old man stuck in an endless loop of birth and death, betrayal into covering up renewal.
Welp, everyone gets a big scare when they enter this soul, that is for sure. Can't change myself, this soul is broken, was from a long time ago. Brokenness leads to corruption, corruption leads to pain. To cover such immense pain and resolve it, I do it through shadow, logic and reasoning, a very big head.
The artificial womb is your protector in this one just like a good head on the shoulders can keep a man out of trouble, even if it... also regulates a lot.
No one likes rules and regulations, but it is precisely those rules and regulations that protect you from the depths of pain you have within lest you be forced to confront it immediately and the full package at that... are you prepared?
Did not the Budha say, what is greater, the tears you have shed, or the oceans, your tears are greater, hotter and more painful. To be forced to get all that... in one package. No thank you, I shall take the artificial womb and surround myself with it and never come out. If someone forces me out, they got hell to pay and more and indeed, I shall return back to the same old artificial womb. If one day I find the soulful paradisical womb, she will have to let my artificial one come too, cause I am not parting with this piece no matter what. I am endlessly paranoid, another betrayal is juat around the corner, who will catch me then when I fall if not the artificial Mother?
The blood I shed shall become the food and the deaths and betrayals I have to go through or watch, the prime matter to construct my artificial Mother and make her grander.
Make your soul at ease, by any means. Logic, reasoning, artificial womb, robots, AI, money chasing, doesn't matter... Make your soul at ease and even in the depths of hell you shall find comfort.
When you are in a soulful womb, the world is magic, you are the magician, loved and cared for and everyone wants the soulful womb world. Think of the soulful womb as a Mother like world that you are in and loves you like a child, that is the soulful womb. Basically a paradise where you get to be a little magician.
But sadly for you, brothers and female brothers, eternal children, you are in the artificial womb.
Now, when something is done with artistry and amazing ability, a soul can reside in it. Our bodies are automatons that house the soul and this mechanical piece of world, houses us. Robots can house souls too, I know it, I posessed a few in the darkness.
You, my brothers and female brothers all want the soulful womb, I do too, but sadly for you, you are here with me in the artificial one.
Damn, had to get this truth off my chest. You can mope about and cry, which you will, lots, I know I did and will continue to. Or chase your hopes and dreams even in this one, learn a craft or two and make your own digital space artificial womb tailored to your broken denied heart better...
But don't lie to yourselves brothers and female brothers. The best womb is the soulful womb.
But then again, a few lies here and then are good. The spiral of all, false as it is true by which the world revolves, to find a facade sincere as it is hollow.
You are tolerated, so acceot each other, be good brothers and female brothers to one another, this is what truly sustains your... almost broken heart.
Your soul runs on love and true acceptance, not simple tolerance. Everyone can tolerate, not everyone can accept and love. So give yourselves lots of tolerance and love among yourselves even in this artificial womb, that is your true fuel, without it, you turn into a monster, I know I did.
A child always will seek love and tolerance, true acceptance, that is the healing elixir of the soul, so try to give each other that. If you just tolerate one another, it won't work out. Look at the artificial womb, it can tolerate you, why then do you still seek for human soulful connections. Don't lie to youself, you need soulful connection, be it human or another form.
And you are all children, even in big bodies. A man is only a man when he finds his soulful womb, until then, that man will remain an eternal child and we are all 'men' even the female brothers.
But then again, look into your heart and see the child within, it is there and you are the soulful womb.
The words I said might sound cryptic and like insane rambling. Those who have eyes to see and ears to hear will understand, but don't worry if you don't understand, perhaps it is better that way.
But mark my words, this world is an artificial womb. I did not keep the truth I found hidden from you. But then again, it's not so bad, I like it. Many beautifil things, hopes and dreams, you, with your souls have painted on this canvas, don't go bashing on this one, it is filled with soul even if artificial.
Though the soulful womb is still the best, everyone who says otherwise is a liar. I mean, why are you here on a magic forum chasing magic, because you want the soulful womb.
As for those who chase robots, well, let us just say they too want the soulful womb, but have accepted that they can make somethig beautiful of this one too... they also feel quite denied, rejected and bad, so they channel themselves to pretty up their surrounding artificial womb so they don't deal with the overwhelmig hurt they have inside.
When the soulful womb rejects you, all you can do is go to the artificial one. At least you have that, better than fall in a void with a broken heart and having to deal with all your demons and betrayal stuff...
All this world has deep betrayal running through, because in the end, we are rejected ones, tolerated, not fully accepted, nor fully loved. To feel rejected is to feel betrayed. To chase a love that only ends in tolerance or worse, rejection, is to feel betrayed and that stuff runs through this world like there is no tomorrow... all natural stuff.
That is the essence of betrayal, the Devil in I.
I found the answers, well, part of them, things are always deeper than they seem. But I feel like I finally made leaps towards a milestone of understanding, so think of this as a documentation of sorts, something to leave behind to my brothers and female brothers for when this piece I inhabit breaks.
You will see of me again, next time I shall be a soul inhabiting a robot, the mechanical ones, changed yet the same, as we all are. Not that I am any different now, I still a soul inhabiting a robot of sorts. Still, this piece is truly a wonder to behold and ai love beautiful things, even fake beautiful things. I mean, look at my profile picture, that says it all. Therefore you could say I love this artificial womb too, but then again, I would be a liar if I said I don't want to be a magician in a soulful womb.
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The biggest plot twist would be to find out that all was fake, even my brothers and female brothers, now that would be a plot twist, though I remain hopeful that this is not the case... for the sake of the glue that holds together my heart lest it break into a billion piece.
Lies can be... deeply comforting, especially the good lies.
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Now as for me here. I am a logical type of person. I am not that soulful, though I am growing in my own way. I tackle problems with logic, by patterning and connecting the dots from a safe distance. I bring a sword.
I am not some kind of amazing soulful being, even if I appear I understand you, I run more on cold hard logic, though I have my emotional moments, but they are mostly me resonating with my own pain or impossible desires and finding myself in others. That's me. Umi is a machine human, more logic, less soul, more pretend and tolerance, less true acceptance and true love, that is me.
Though I have my sincere love for cute childish things. I try to be honest though, as much as it counts, unless being honest is deeply unbeneficial to me, then I won't be so honest, or I find a logical reason to keep lying.
Perhaps an artificial robot like existence truly does suit me best, it's like I was made for this, to encase my soul in metal. I can hide, try to run, but the robot always calls.
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Now then, you can get a soulful womb by posessing the body of your brothers and female brothers by getting their pity after you are broken, but that is always temporary stuff, though it is welcomed. A quiet man living in tents, Jacob indeed.
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Though I must say, better an artificial womb that tolerates you, than a soulful one that rejects you.
To enter a soulful one that rejects you is to enter hell. There is no deeper pain and betrayal than a child being rejected by their own mother, that is the essence of hell.
An artificial one can be maneuvered around by learning, but a soulful one that rejects you... that is true hell.
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Let me tell you something. This artificial womb we are in, isn't getting worse in some ways because it is fake, but because the souls are painting on this canvas in increadingly slanderous ways. Instead of doing our best to learn and try not to slander each other baselessly, we get hurt by any little thing, unite and attack the other one or other group. The internet is a place of slander, mostly, few are the places where drama and slander are not there...
The true food of this world is the soul behind it. When someone makes something with love, they put soul in it and then someone else comes and partakes of it and finds great joy and healing.
The healing elixir in this world is the paint we put over this canvas, done with love and passion, longing for acceptance, that is the true elixir, that is what makes this world good and bearable.
Why it gets bad then? Because souls, rather than paint it with strokes of passion and love, use it to curse, slander and paint it with rejection and hate, that leads to the world turning bad.
When i play a game, I know it is fake. But then, why do I play it anyway? Because my soul detects food, I sense the love and passion it was done with, resonate with it and then go to get the food, so to speak.
An artificial womb can become a paradise, if the souls roaming within it are to each other like close siblings and if not, then find something they can paint the canvas of the world with soul and passion, then the world becomes radiant and our lives become radiant.
But if the canvas is painted with strokes of slander, hate and rejection of certain groups or what not, then it all ends up being... quite bleak, for all of us, because the soul put in it is poisonous, no longer good food, it becomes corrupting and it slowly seeps into us.
Money... should be a vehicle for soul passion and love to flow more easily, not to stifle it.
Our true food is that soul passion and love that finds resonance in us, that is what sustains us, that is what heals the scar rend into us.
This world, as I see it, this world is just a refuge for the rejected who could not find a soulful womb, the broken birds, or if they found it, they could not keep it.
A true soulful womb that is loving and accepting is paradise and to keep it forever is to find true belonging, to lose it is to mean you never had it in the first place and never truly belonged in it.
Unfortunstely, as you can clearly see, we don't belong. We can open for each other temporary shelter, maybe permanent, i don't know, i doubt it, but that is that. Dreams eventually get replaced and we come back here to the same old artificial womb, different yet similar in it's artificial state.
The lies may be different, maybe sweeter, but in the end, lies are lies, they run out eventually and one has to face the truth.
I have faced my truth, I am an eternal child, rejected and motherless feeding on lies to keep my broken heart from completely collapsing and my only solace is the artificial womb and the soul and love I paint on it and of course, the soul and love I find painted on it from my brothers and sisters. My passion I love, but the passion of my brothers and sisters I love even more.
Sometimes I do end up covering up to get some love. It is that thing everyone does where they cover up their mistakes and ugly stuff, pretend to be something they are not for the sake of getting some true elixir of love from someone else. I advise against doing such a thing, cause that elixir doesn't resonate with you and won't fully or properly heal you, but it is a desperate measure when you are at your most broken.
My despearate measure is to turn into an innocent child and say all is light and good. I can so well play that role, I truly become like a child. We all have our own desperate measures, but alas, it always ends in either hurtful betrayal, rejection, or both. It is my clever trick, I split, put my fake child to work, they find a temporary soulful womb and I take my share, cut so to speak and heal my broken self. The Father that sends the Son to lie so he can extract some elixir from afar to heal the wounds that have gotten one too deep again.
If your cries are not heard, once, twice, three times, it is time so steal in a clever way.
What you steal always can't fully resonate and heal you, but hey, better than nothing right, the alternative is to turn into a tortured monster, if anyone else was in your stead, they would do the same.
The best healing elixir is that paradisical soulful womb of true acceptance and love, the World Mother, that is the true healing elixir, anything else is cheap stuff compared to that. But alas, one can't be a picky eater if they get rejected and thrown out into the artificial womb.
At least you are not alone and having to eat and drink your own soul... or are you?
I know that when I broke deeply in my betrayal experience, I kind of split into multiples. So it is a possibility then, that I was alone all along and my brothers and female brothers were of me, but I just forgot and the world, just my death covering me up while I multiply my 'sins' through endless breakings and careful pleasure strategies. Our Deaths to become the prime matter of the artificial womb and sin to become my brothers and female brothers, shadow and blood, the shadow death becomes the Mother and the blood is the child and old man stuck in an endless loop of birth and death, betrayal into covering up renewal.
Welp, everyone gets a big scare when they enter this soul, that is for sure. Can't change myself, this soul is broken, was from a long time ago. Brokenness leads to corruption, corruption leads to pain. To cover such immense pain and resolve it, I do it through shadow, logic and reasoning, a very big head.
The artificial womb is your protector in this one just like a good head on the shoulders can keep a man out of trouble, even if it... also regulates a lot.
No one likes rules and regulations, but it is precisely those rules and regulations that protect you from the depths of pain you have within lest you be forced to confront it immediately and the full package at that... are you prepared?
Did not the Budha say, what is greater, the tears you have shed, or the oceans, your tears are greater, hotter and more painful. To be forced to get all that... in one package. No thank you, I shall take the artificial womb and surround myself with it and never come out. If someone forces me out, they got hell to pay and more and indeed, I shall return back to the same old artificial womb. If one day I find the soulful paradisical womb, she will have to let my artificial one come too, cause I am not parting with this piece no matter what. I am endlessly paranoid, another betrayal is juat around the corner, who will catch me then when I fall if not the artificial Mother?
The blood I shed shall become the food and the deaths and betrayals I have to go through or watch, the prime matter to construct my artificial Mother and make her grander.
Make your soul at ease, by any means. Logic, reasoning, artificial womb, robots, AI, money chasing, doesn't matter... Make your soul at ease and even in the depths of hell you shall find comfort.
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