So apparently, I’m important.

So, I’ve been ranting and raving about my “mental illness” and all the synchronicities between my voices, and media and other random signs going on, with my buddy Rolan, whom Is an old party friend from years ago, ancd we have been reconnecting.

I have been going off about how people have told me, physical people, mind you have said, that they are watching me when they aren’t physically around. How I see holograms, or “Ghosts” of people who are still alive.

How the voices keep telling me to stop smoking drugs and do the right thing, but then, when i’m doing good, and complying, they , out of nowhere say “Stop smoking drugs!” and keep harassing me about it, reminding me of my problem, making me crave it again, or constantly belittling me, and stressing me out to the point, where I seek outside substances to make my insides feel better…. They play this game where, to anyone watching this ordeal, they are legitimately telling me to better myself, but they are setting me up for failure, to look like they are trying to make it look like they are trying to do good, but really want me to fail miserably at bettering myself by quitting the drugs, and the alcohol, and pornigraphy addiction.

Now, in my previous blog post, I mentioned a few songs. Now, while with my fiance tonight, she had some songs on, I can;t tell you which ones because I was in her car and didnt see the titles of the songs, but they were eludingto me being destined to save everyone’s souls from this hell on earth as, in my previoous post, I mentioned, this is just a dream world, and I’ve manifested spirits of people, who come to fruition as physical beings such as myself, like I have accidentally created them in my likeness.

Now they live in my mind as invisible spirits, watching, and partaking in my life as it unfolds. So, imagine being a prisoner, of this fucking drug addict’s mind, watching him perform his debaucheries, and being a piece of shit for, pretty much his whole life, while having to remain silent in fear of ruining the experience of “real life”, meanwhile its all just a fucking illusion of the mind.

Sounds kinda hellish, right? Yeah for everyone but the asshole who is none the wiser… Moi.

So, now I’m aware there’s these angry peoiple in my head who are heart broken by my life experience, because I’m, not really a great person, and never have tried to be. took life for granted, and always felt less than, so have been a lazy, judgemental piece of shit.

So, now They are all telling me I am the divine creatior of everything in this “magical” dream we are in… I am the only one that is able to harness energy into physical reality…. they just exist in the quantum mechanic al “wave finction”, and I bring them to become physical particles…

Now these, hageful assholes, expect me to “do the right thing” while they belittle me and shit on me for my life choices… I’ve begged them to help me instead of hinder me with negativity. to no avail.

But seriously, these jerks who, wont stop trying to get me to, pretty much kill myself from their taunting, “youre a pice of shit, youre the stupidest person in the entire universe, OH ?MY GOD to evey thought I posess,,,,/” like they dont understand that I understand I’ve fucked up big time, my whole life… But seriously, who can make a positive change qwhen they only hear negative things every 3 to 5 seconds…. They’re cunts. Setting me up for failure every goddamn time.

So, you have this fucking guy, who is apparently magivcally manifesting reality… tghe unified field of conscuiousness, and these fucker’s who arent able to do so themselves, are telling you, BE GOOD… BTW YOU FUCKI?NG SUCK AND MWE HATE YOU WE WANT YOU DEAD.

Fuck you assholes, I have no desire to bring you out of this matrix of my mind. I owe you nothing. You want me to bring u to heaven> well, guess what? I;m goinf to hell and you fucks can come with me…. pieces of shit…. keep the truth from me, and expect me to help you?

Eat shit.

All of you.

Thank you and good night.

-Rick