I am regulating the old god and humanity hidden in my body with the new divinity in my place, and they both seem to be trying to do such a contradictory thing to me

 

62. By the time I’m 10, starting at 60, information about what all the sexes or what’s inside me is going to come out of the bucket. No matter how hard they try to avoid it, it will happen. It would be useless for them to attack me by contradicting what I was saying. Because those inside me, the ones who hurt my heart, have used every opportunity to make the worst of me in the days before me. Right now, under pressure from the inside, the madness is trying to make itself felt that if the work is done in this way, they will say that we have the subtle betrayals of the day. They want to see these subtle betrayals as natural or under pressure. But because they have violated this natural force and tortured me in their days by sucking and sucking, this pressure on them is nothing but torture. No one can escape torture if it is torture. But torture by mistake is very severe. How many times have I been tempted by those who attacked me without even thinking about it or going through the motions of suffering. It's just itchy, itchy, or itchy. Now, the fact that I am being raised by the power of God is still a human being and an old god. If you know, the places are interchangeable. In the past or in the past, I used to talk and monologue about things I didn't like about the norm or the average. And the human race that was hiding inside me was trying to make the pain worse by demanding that I come down to the middle and talk to me. In the same way, the god of that time, who was hidden inside me, hurt me by squeezing my body with all sorts of accumulated contradictions. Now, God is beating me more than the pain itself, which I consider to be self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating, self-defeating. may be required to do so. Then I organize all sorts of contractions or squeezes of his body, dividing him into an orderly group, combining the sins or guilt of insanity that I have done for him so that my god-dressed body will first follow me on the basis of coercion. If I do my other things right, if I’m always ready for the minimum defeat, that’s going to happen on its own. So, I come up with ideas, and to see them flush it out, it's really fun. The humanity inside me is now in control of what I say, trying to force me to speak as if I have nothing to do with this government on the basis of the norm. For them, the words should be connected and give me information about the average of all the events that are happening to me. This is because the human race, even as a man, is afraid of the particle until it dies of pain or stumbles. They want to achieve the accuracy of their speeches or appearances in the first place by establishing norms and norms in their speech. Secondly, they do not want to torment the souls of their real bodies in other lands, which are connected with the particles within them. For them, words sink in like bodies. If, on the contrary, they force me to speak the Sanskrit mixed truths, forcing the average of events to take place, their souls will be shaken and turned upside down at any moment, either constantly or in passing. On the ironic side of the reversal of this tremor lies the joy or health of the soul, and on the defeated side of the second mockery lies pain and suffering. The purpose of being carried out at any moment or continuously is that the lifelong intense pain is transmitted at any moment or moment, evenly divided into the smallest pieces, due to irony. For each passing moment, the winning health reserve of his irony is counted as more than a fraction of the pain or a reserve that is defeated per unit of a mutually determined dimension, so much of the pain share as a whole by health in general. can be suppressed without being noticed. When this is achieved, the human race will be able to maintain a good mood and good health. It is in the fact that the dignity or honor of the human race, or rather of men, to be superior to women or spirits, is met with pain or body. Such a purposeful or correct overcoming of this pain is considered to be able to evaluate men in the next life or in the world as the preferred, primary form of this way of life. So far in my life, I think I've come a long way. If there were any shortcomings, of course, the old gods and human beings, who hid in their places in my body and soul and made my consciousness their full partner, would have corrected me in recent years with the torture they have inflicted on me. . Now I, as a pure man, a real man, surrender myself, myself, or my body to the old gods and human beings, and I do the work of correcting or purifying and purifying them, as a god, a multitude. When humanity fails to do what it normally says, or commits a crime for the sake of more health, I immediately find that my extra statements beyond the arbitrary boundaries, based on the subject or events in my life, are the opposite of many contradictions. trying to collide in different places, I arrange people in pain exactly the same or contrasting, gathering all at once, in awe. From a distance, after I speak a real or orli, living language in one direction, the inner humanity carries with it my true vocabulary, which I have studied in parallel, and the regular Sanskrit, which is hidden beneath it. This is so that they can use real words, or my words, whenever they want. The only problem I have is not to call myself the same. It is not uncommon for my thoughts and thoughts to be attached to my body or to my words, and to send me astray. In such cases, the old god and the human world come in reverse style to my punishment. So, bottom line is that I'm really looking forward to it.