What more can I say to you?

 On the 32nd day. My diary date for this month is 28 more or more than this month's date. I had been looking for a truth so far. Now we can say that we have moved to the 33rd day, which is rounded to 35, because it is now 13 o'clock. As I resurrected or shaken the god instead of the god, and struggled to give myself a place or a body, trying to get out of myself, this truth, which had been found since the beginning of such days, became more and more apparent to my eyes. . This is because the first information about what real people are, whether they are immortal or not, is beginning to emerge. The truth I wanted to know was to know exactly how the physical immortals live, how the physical people live. Another prophet, Mustafa, who is my second child, is explaining to me the truth, how, or how such people live. Since the birth of my son Mustafa, it has recently become clear that I first told you that I had a cyst. We surgically removed this. But now he is suffering from injections. This means that they will not die in the first place, or that people will be seriously ill from birth and face death shortly after birth. As a result, they come out of their bodies and live their whole lives knowing it from the moment of destiny. They leave or leave their bodies because they have to take them physically, from the outside world, or from the environment, and follow them (precisely imitating relativity with the help of rays). In fact, injections and medications for cancer patients are prescribed before surgery, even if surgery is not possible. But to Mustafa (Mustaga - I love prosto) everything is in this time, in the left or in the opposite direction of the period, and from then on it covers both the past and the future, the long periods of his life. This inversion is in fact the opposite, in other words, the opposite of Mustafa's birth and the fact that he lives with his body according to a physical phenomenon from the moment of his death in the distant future to his inner life. is the opposite or the opposite (reversal). Because of these two contradictions, Musta lives by jumping into different periods throughout his life or future life. To be more precise, Mustafa's brother Ibrahim, who is trying to identify or find the points and moments of Ibrahim's brother Ibrahim's future destiny, his "Gothic", which are being prepared or to be known, is his own life. gives a forgiving rest. Of course, I have not yet been able to formulate the exact meaning of this, but Mustafa's brother's guard or a large number of his followers, the most important leader in this respect, lived as a contemporary with Ibrahim. however, there will be some physical events and related events next to it that represent future jumps or moves. Both Abraham and I have our own guards, a group of people, or 1,111,111 physical people. Basically, these relevant groups filled the bodies of both of us, Abraham and myself, with cells and small pieces of mass, respectively. But the prophets, including Abraham and I, take turns in our respective groups, sending the people of the whole world into our bodies and holding them by our particles or cells. The vibration, rumbling, trembling, or trembling of the cells of the bodies of the prophets is a worldly exchange between these guards or the corresponding number of groups. Washing and rubbing our body in the bathroom is the number of dead people in the world at that time. New body cells produce immortal, physical children who are resurrected (born) or born. In addition to all this, the reverse currents exist in the following electronic or scanning world, which is the opposite of our highly natural earth world. If I am a prophet, my soul itself, as a living electronic or orbital human being, is also a prophet of the underworld in my mission. This prophet, my soul, also has a guard of electronic beings. This applies to all prophet electronics. However, since the truth is in the hands of both worlds, the guards or the people of the prophet are relatively few and far between and can do hostile, hostile acts to their opposite prophets. For example, the guard of my soul's own prophet teaches me stupid things and tries to do them. Of course, such awkward, inconvenient, or inappropriate actions directed at me are a shortcoming of my misguided or duplicated prophet, the minority of Mirzo's guards. They may want to do the right thing for me, but the pressure of the world can make it really or more accurate. This guard is still pressuring me with the notion that I am physically fit for my guard, my group, and physically trying to identify me through the air from the nature of my environment, the walls of the place where I am, or other places where relativity is tested. It is worth noting that such pressures are constant. If they don't give me an idea, they don't know what I'm going to say or write (they don't know what I'm going to do next). For now, they find out for themselves that if I take a life process from the air or physical relativity, I get the same thing out of my mind or thoughts. So, they would only resort to this as a last resort. Of course, what could I do. I have never received information from nature or the environment that I write or enter into nature. But that is not the case now. In fact, based on the fact that the notion of a stray guard coming under the physical pressure of my guard hits me in the face, I feel like I’m automatically letting go through a physical particle-driven friction with a quick mental escape. This means that, in fact, the world does not like the work of both guards, and the world is as bad as a secret betrayal. And I'm suffering from mental and physical pain. These frictional leftovers are actually in the form of conceptual interpretations of me in a constant way that usually go hand in hand, together, or in parallel with me. The more I write about it, the less. Even now, on the contrary, he gives me a pressured, laughing look at me in the phrase, "Write as you know how, you can find the words," which is a side-by-side concept. If you understand more clearly, they are praising me that the concept goes side by side, in parallel, or together at a fast or automatic speed. In fact, all reality and work is taken from my knowledge. Only they praise me for being different from myself by showing me how quickly I can pass on this knowledge to myself. The concept is that no matter what I do, the compulsion always walks side by side with me. I can't get rid of it. They continue to take these notes with me as they immediately enter into their physical processes and gain a scanned understanding. They want to define my situation completely secularly and not let me act on something unknown, accidental, or unexpected. They want all sorts of things. What irritates me the most is that they judge me by my anger. When I react outwardly to anger, when I speak manologues, they immediately send someone to me. In fact, my anger is not very appropriate, and I often do not see it as a place of anger and resentment. But no matter what we say, if they evaluate it, they will come in. What's worse is the words that I can spell I often mistype. The main part of my creation is made up of two secular structures (all bilaterally misguided populations) that, no matter how much I am in contact with both guards, I still face the truth from a common worldview.