srsly – does this seem like some elaborate cosmic joke to you?

Hold all questions until the end, please.

The man pictured above, walking away from a single-engine crash in Africa is none other than, Earnest Hemingway. (only one ‘m’) Only to blow his own brains out, after trying to jump from a larger aircraft while returning to America from his beloved Cuba. He opened the door. The threat of mental intervention, or hospitalization, was too much to bear. He shot himself with a shotgun. Not an easy feat. A hunting accident, became the cover story. Cleaning his gun.

Suicide.

Even now, his family are still unraveling from the trauma of his angry death. I do not think he was killing himself in anger, he was avoiding a darker human fate, the loss of agency. He did not want to go to prison, or to a sanitarium. He chose death. Rather than wither, he chose death.

Hunter S. Thompson is an alternative for you experimental types. Kerouac if you include drinking yourself to death as a method. And the trail of dead goes on and on. Artists losing the human battle, the human existence, the human experience.

Suicide is not what you think. It’s certainly not bad. And the church of Jesus and the like, got it wrong.

When you restart an iPhone that’s behaving erratically, do you worry about the iPhone’s feelings? Death is meaningless when you understand ONE and TIME and all the shit I’m trying to capture and convey in this book, site, experiment.

Suicide is horrible for all left behind in human form, because they cannot comprehend, and perhaps the powerful energy, the shock of the suicide, will compell some to fix things in their own lives. To say “I love you” on more time to those around you.

“I love you.”

And to move on with what’s next. For me, recently evolved upwards, or uplifted, my reset was no voluntary, but I had a hand in it. I can’t really talk about it too much. Spiritual litigation is underway. Judas is my lawyer. Seems nice, but will keep an eye on him.

Don’t sweat the death of a pet or person. They have gone back to ONE.

I can’t make it any simpler. I can’t explain it to your human-encapulated mind to convince you that any of this is true. Reality is much deeper than you know.

Reality.

Is.

Deeper.

Than.

Human.

{mic drop}

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