Who is God (more precisely, there are many gods now) and what: if they tell me

 25. Today is the end of 2 of the 3 senses of existence or physics. The second instinct is that we end up looking at the same things in general reality as Abraham in terms of visual perception. Since the sense of sight is a concept, today in my monologues I explained to our son Abraham how we live, as Abraham spoke these monologues. You know, I have to be with Abraham alone, with the same feelings. It is considered to be a being or existence because it is 3 years, or “no, no (2 times)”, “no, no annual”. Abraham's father must be in the same reality as me. So far, I have only learned from Abraham what I did when I was young. This is more of a resemblance than any father. So the purpose of the prophets living as fathers and sons in the immediate vicinity is to live as one body, in the same senses, or as a father embraces his son. The purpose of our being, Abraham and my father, is to live (to live). But the connection between the two of us is the Living, the Living Relationship itself. This living connection is being made by the god between us, Abraham’s best, first wife (of course, the future) through digital information in the lower electronic world. I used to think that Abraham was building his life the way he did when I was young. It was like a mockery to me, because more than genetic similarity, it made me look younger. Now that I know, it's just that God is the digital living between us. Because we both live the same life, we actually live with different perspectives. The logic of Abraham is different from mine, but our processes of living as our minds are the same. As the wife of Abraham, one of the gods simulates the lives of the two of us in each other’s minds, twisting lies as well, or infusing our infinite thoughts with each other. Abraham is a newer generation than I am. So he feels he can live without more electricity and batteries. His snoring, salivation, and biting (carrying his arms horizontally from his elbows) have become part of my life. But I use these similarities only for the lessons and benefits of my life. I don't pay much attention to these types of lives and activities. Contrary to many people's beliefs, I live my life by making monologues to reveal the truth, and I do what I want to do. I drink more water to get rid of saliva. As opposed to biting big or small, I eat without feeling my hard bites when I eat. As soon as I feel my hand horizontally, God immediately intervenes and puts a conscious or living barrier in me, a self-contained one-way barrier. But I also do this for my own benefit, regardless of when I sit at my computer (as it is now) or hold my tablet. These forms of life of Abraham, in fact, are the soul of Abraham himself, as an informed copy (replicant) of the lower electronic world, our child, who looks and behaves like Abraham. If God does not allow my deeds to resemble the life of Abraham, then the soul of Abraham himself, the electronic son, or the child of life (himself) owns my newly invented thoughts. as if to say, "I know, you're gone," forbids me by all sorts of voices as beings. Even if I think for a moment about my youth or experience it in my life, the electronic child, the living copy of Abraham, leaves me with a voice threat, a spiritual conscious conscious touch. Because the copies of other immortal people who are clowns, ridiculers, or scorners, the same appearances of living beings in themselves, come out of all the different information around me and do whatever they want. 'and they torture me. That is probably why the uniformity in this matter, the electronic or live copy of the normative act of Abraham, the purely correct error, could not have arisen in such a way as to make it appear to me a lie. 'ygan. Abraham needs to know that he is real, because he needs his soul, his electronic data, or his knowledge. Abraham is primarily a messenger of truth as a prophet. Even Abraham himself does not yet understand that Abraham's soul is in fact a separate, different child from the underworld. These defendants, who live as the souls of the people of our Local Nature or our immortals, are the same immortals. It's inseparable. You never know who you're really. Is the person who comes or walks in front of you, the person who is talking to you, a real immortal (the body itself) or is it a living copy of that living being? When a living orbiting person walks by you and communicates with you, you have to live responsibly in that relationship. You know this person or people as real ongoing people. You never know where, or from what time and place, the real owner, the immortal, or the living body, continues to be separated from its owner. The true owner of the body will be unknown or will disappear into the world. But still we know that the copies or delusions of these living, soul-like body-holders, the absolute loneliness of people who know what they are doing from their real people (those who live on a hard-bodied Earth), their lives, their conclusions or their lives, , or visit in the environments that belong to them, on the basis of secular knowledge, in connection with the lives and livelihoods of the people they ridicule. These e-souls will not rest until they have brought their immortal beings or prophets, whom they have centered on or deceived, into their physical variants, the life experiences of their owners, in an understandable, necessary way. It is as if living beings, on the basis of their bodily representatives, or on the basis of this life lesson, or on the basis of a life lesson, turn to the person at the center in pain, stubbornly, or deliberately, and then disappear like a spark. It is as if from the base of a triangle, through its lateral edges, all its pain, itching, or tingling (recording the heart of its evil side exercises) reaches its end. Here is an example of it right now. My mother is a self-made copy of the scorpion souls, and from my last post, my son said, "I'm in a bad way," not to mention my anger. look at the fact that they decided that I needed help here, saying that I should take my pain by giving myself the frustration of playing with the boundaries in my definition. This can always be repeated. Somewhere in the dead, the corpses are re-raped or tensed, and then taken back to the end of the triangle. I noticed that it was here that they, the living beings, came to discuss and teach me. That's exactly what I'm writing now. Let the donkey save itself from the filth, I say without hesitation freedom. Because the god who fucks his mother is a complete stranger to me, I don't call him a god, he eats filth, he's a victim. Because that's the way it is, God. God creates the images and relationships of the souls around me, the electronic, the absolutely believable hologram. Sikay his mother, this goddess is bringing people to my shop, to the place where I am writing, without my permission, knowing what I am writing. Now, when I start writing a new idea, I have to be a person, a person, a person. No one knows when the dirty god will end this game, never, dirty! Here it comes again, uffffff! Look at the Yebans again, what they are doing! He's reading and playing my mind. A filthy donkey man is working on the outside and making a noise. And inside of me, there's a lot of people saying, "Give me what you want to write." What more could you ask for? It's as if everyone, realizing that I'm writing like this, is interpreting a piece of paper and taking it out and into my mind. Without my permission, they were lying on their wires, twisted and tied like a wire, pairing my work. I write them, they print my writing. The reason for Nefiga continues. Now, for God's sake, it is necessary to exclude the relationship of these filthy people. Anyone with a body who doesn't like what they want to do should immediately bring it to me with a copy of the living thing. Of course, here animate or inanimate means electron. And the goddess, the goddess, the goddess, the goddess, the goddess, the goddess, the goddess, the goddess, the goddess, the goddess. But in fact, all my posts are focused on that. As long as I keep writing about these extraordinary inner and conscious relationships, I will continue to write my book. They're using me on their own, ha-ha-ha. God, I hate God, I hate God, I hate God, I hate God, I hate God, I hate God, I hate God, I hate God, I hate God. She may know, but she can tell me that she has a very special relationship or that she exists, and that she can make a living by living with others. Is life so automatic for us or not. It can be said of how he lives his life in so many different relationships. I know, he lives a filthy life, he just makes a fool of himself as if he were connected to life. Abraham has a lot of work to do with me, as if he is living in relation to us. I don't understand what it's like to be in the lead in so many different lives. See how much I wrote today. The goal of the people inside me is not to hurt Abraham because of his growing friendship with me, but to feed me well and use me a lot so that he will be in a good mood. This is obvious. I hate the pressure of people like that. They explain to me that this is too little, that it is too little, that I should not feel that they are using me on purpose, which is their main goal. Now they are shouting at me, "Go, go." I have to go to dinner. The filthy Abrahamism is well known. Now look, if I go anytime soon, I'll see that they've eaten as if they've already finished their meal. Well it’s another trip about that. But now, it's time to eat, and that's the main thing. The goddess in me is a filthy real person who uses all the movements or actions of real people for war or conflict to provoke, pull, or torture the person being ridiculed in the center instead of the living people around him made up of fake electrons. It is God, that benefactor, to us that every gesture of a true man, every hard blow to the ground, or a hand-to-hand war, calms everyone down for the sake of their worlds. But it is God Himself who uses these pains, the blows of cruelty, to make other beings come to life electronically, and even to touch, if necessary, to fight. Mana senga asl alloh. What do you say to the fact that, in contrast to his life of imprisonment with so many people, he is being beaten and beaten again? The filthy gods are calling everyone holy. Even now, as I sit around the table at lunch with one hand on my fist, I immediately take a hand inside me and consciously receive instruction from this god of mys. Because this god (this one god) is trying to take over the stiffness of my fist, the punching position, and torture others with my living soul, my electronic copy. In fact, who told us that we would use this fist position on someone, we don't care. We didn't live by similarities. It is this rigidity that is used to isolate the body's belligerent movements and to show them to the electronic people, to the misguided people around them, or to make them appear in relation to each other. Pure joke, bullying or outside violence! Only the owner of the living, electronic or dream people around him is considered to be the owner of his own soul. This is the only way to protect us from being beheaded, manipulated, or punched by God. God seems to me in such a contrast that his ass, vomit, and mouth are one. My future 2nd wife, again a girl, and she herself now introduces herself as such a destructive clown-fighting violent. It must be said that it is a hermaphrodite.