Mary-OnTheReal

You must have thought of these things on your own though, I certainly didn't think of them, nobody in my Hive did, what you are reading now is a product of things that your mind thought of before and you are reading these words thinking I typed them when in reality your brain creates them in another dimension and it shows up on a screen and you had that knowledge in your head and then you saw me typing these words to you because your mind cohered information in it that was already there.

So you were actually typing these pastebins, not me or anyone in my Hive, and this information is a way to show you that your brain constructs reality from information in your unconscious that you knew already, and everybody knew already but it had to be uncovered for some by a rational process of examination.

And we share thoughts together all the time in my head, talk all the time, I just feel too evil and like I need to die all the time.  Some people tried to kill me today but they never got past the barriers, yet again they tried.  Several groups of people, and in my mind's eye I saw my Avatar of a giant Female Praying Mantis killing people.

So my hypothesis is that I am in a simulated environment and none of my senses are non-virtual: my sense of smell, taste, eyesight, hearing, touch, is all Virtual.

That is my hypothesis, and I notice how I can think about something and then I walk into the room and the TV is playing the thing I thought about..... It is playing something on the thing I thought about.  My mind is creating reality at this point, the reality I am in is directly linked to the thoughts and feelings I have, and it's only through Monastic technique that I could figure this out.

I got very good at Monastic techniques of observation of bodily processes, and through this I figured out that reality is Idealist.

What I learned through games is that symbols can be concealed in them that could indicate certain archetypes and realities whether intentionally or not.

I'm glad you enjoyed my fictional stories here, maybe there is something real here, maybe not, but I won't say for sure either way, and certainly if you're persistent enough you will nick me, but then I'm mostly in bed debilitated and going in and out of half awake states so if you put me out of my misery I mostly don't give a fuck.

What I need in my life isn't being yelled at, it's medicine and an outline of instructions to follow to make my life better.
I don't have the functioning to be in normal society.

I'm glad you liked my stories here over the years, but maybe it's all just fiction, and you all are created by my brain interacting with a very advanced machine.

I don't see how my life is real in any way.  And I cannot accept being somebody because it doesn't make any sense.  I am special but I don't have my surgeries done yet.  I don't think so.  I'm going to get my fucking vagina someday, even if it's the last thing I do.

I am going to have my junk turned inside out after my testicles are removed, and I will get many other surgeries done so I can heal from this stress in my head.  It won't solve my problems in life, but it will put my baseline mental functioning much higher up than it is now, because I won't be feeling nearly as much stress all over my body and in my head.  It should also solve some, not all, insecurities I have in other areas.

One perhaps can't be realistic because there is no real.






-Mary Magdalene
(SucculentAngel)







-Mary Magdalene
(SucculentAngel)