The Uzbek language is my soul

 

5. Today I put 5 because it is 5 days since Abraham’s birthday. Now the order of my daily accounts is done like this. This is the first time Ibrahim has seen the face of the garden. Today is her first day in kindergarten. I congratulate him on that. The old god, his wife, is weeping for Abraham in me. The idiot is still doing this to me. How did I know that. As I mentioned in my posts, for me, events change radically in an unknown way, coming from me, focusing on myself, my feelings, and my emotions. So to me, the question of why a god, Abraham’s wife, or an unborn girl is jumping and leaping, is heard, seen, and logically loaded as soon as I look at myself. For example, it's "why is he jumping?" As I was looking for an answer to my question, I immediately heard a car alarm outside. That still made me confused. What I understood was that Ibrahim was announcing his participation in the kindergarten. Then I looked out the front window and the car sped past. What I understood was that the god looked at Abraham and ran after him, as if he were saying goodbye for a while. It seemed like it wasn't enough, and as I continued to listen, I heard the cries of the children in the street. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like God damn it. I defeated God and finally made him kneel before me for the sake of his prophet husband. So that's the way I see it, or the way I take it into account. It all depends on me, on myself, and around me or in the world, with its own reality, fundamentally changing. So I can even tell you, my dear readers, how to read my books, these manuscripts. I have an unlimited amount of information here that can be accessed at any time, in the blink of an eye. Let me prove that I can try this before I start or prepare yet. So I say to myself, "How do my readers read my manuscripts, my messages?" The process of searching for the answer began immediately ... As soon as I looked outside, I saw no one on the street and the trees were shaking with the breeze. With that information, I can tell you everything. This means that no one is reading my manuscripts or texts yet, and the winds of nature are bothering to search for readers. As soon as my first reader came, I would ask, "What should I tell you, write it in the comments?" Of course, before that, I have to identify the people, the living beings themselves. For me, what I'm talking about is dead clowns of real people. The dead, on the other hand, are aware of all the phenomena of science through the elements of nature or the union of time. For the living, action is important, it's them. But from the beginning of their lives, because of myself or my destiny, they live as if they were lying motionless in frozen bodies. Gradually, or at the end of their lives, they will have no limits. As for me, I grew up to be very active from a young age, and as I spent my life, my destiny became known in an understandable way, as if it had been filmed, as if all my ways of action were inanimate as the stone itself. know in advance. Stiffness of motion means that the movements are automated or known in advance as an object. Living souls live in motion in the inner world or dreams of their frozen sleep. I, on the other hand, am accustomed to stiffening my movements during the day or to moving under the pressure of fate. Of course, even before that, I might as well have cheated on the motion picture of the torture of my destiny as if I hadn’t actually moved at all. Because I am, first and foremost, a lion. So every move I make can be imaginary, thoughtful, and variable. The path of my destiny is stagnant and the immobility of my body lies in the fact that I can choose to move as much as I want from the living people who are caught between the realities, the future is unknown or alive. The body is the body, and the soul is the living person. In their dream worlds, living people are trying to religiously reconstruct the whole single and unified world of me and the rest of the prophets, from numbers, electronics, or calculations. Once each living soul has identified the places or environments set aside for it in the real world, in the world of the prophets, and in the world of the prophets, the remaining electronic or virtual worlds of the immortals are mapped. swells. Living people electronically reconstruct all the objects, buildings, and machines that have been built and restored in the recent history of the world, from the time I was born to the time that has passed. In the world of the true prophets on the surface, the dead, who normally look like the living, physically reconstruct the actions of the living in the universe, which is made up of the following fragments. When this is done, everyone is considered to have done each other's work. When we put the world in its place and eventually leave for the next world, we can all come together as one line. When my living readers reassemble, edit, or reproduce my books, these messages, using the internet world or object in their own country, or copy and paste from my texts themselves, they move because they are movements. if they don’t understand, I can figure out what their next move should be from my designated area, my environment, or my actions (feelings). If they obey me and choose the right path, my dead beings, who are re-arranging them by facial expressions or simulations, will serve me well in my world.