Thousands, Hell-Billions! by Pine Cone

I remember working every minute of every day on my recovery as a human being, only to discover to my surprise, that the thousands of others that I was helping were determined to take their recovery right back into the same Matrix, that had almost killed them. Something was stirring in my imagination, that our Human Matrix isn’t where it’s at, and there is a whole Love paradigm, that replaces physical Karmic-gender hatefulness. I am, really feeling Low-down about all this…, and I, as One poison Family Tree infrastructure to another, admit I am an angry ONENESS apple.

As a man-hating woman in soul poverty, I am used up, and beat down, so badly, by men, in this Matrix, that Karma brings me here as a man to suffer all the woman-hatefulness, all over again, so until I let go of this Karmic Matrix, there isn’t one possibility that I can, even imagine letting go of this physical-gender repeating-hatefulness Karmic-habit. I am a man-hating Karmic-woman, when I appear as a little girl, and I work every day, to become a sexual object, yet this, very physical Karmic female role is what woman-hating men in soul poverty gets me used up, and beat down, so badly by women in this repeating hate-matrix paradigm.

We are becoming aware of how much women suffer atrocious slavery here in this hate matrix, but we, never think it through enough, to realize how much hatefulness any man has to suffer with this female victim/victimizer hateful projection same Karmic-matrix. Unhappy women don’t seem to, ever want to recover enough to imagine a whole Love paradigm, that replaces physical gender hatefulness, yet human recovery isn’t for going, right back at playing the female victim role to the hilt again, as if doing the same hate-matrix things over and over will get different insane Karmic-hate results.

As a woman-hating man in soul poverty, I am used up, and beat down so badly, by women, in this Matrix, that Karma brings me here as a woman to suffer all the man hatefulness, all over again, so until I let go of this Karmic Matrix, there isn’t one possibility that I can, even imagine letting go of this physical-gender hatefulness Karmic-habit. I am a woman-hating Karmic-man, when I appear as a little boy, and I work every day, to become a sexual object, yet this, very physical Karmic male role is what man-hating women in soul poverty gets me used up, and beat down, so badly by men in this repeating hate-matrix paradigm.

Do we actually believe it’s not the same suffering, living with half the population, so angry at men/women, that any man/woman would rather not, even be a woman/man to 'hate-Matrix' into this undead date hating-Hell? Gender roles suck, Big Time, and I do mean Time sucks Big Gender-hate, either way, no matter how much we recover, and still go, right back into this addictive Karmic physical-habit hate-paradigm! I am asking for help to leave this anger-hate gender train to ‘ owhere', and ‘believe’ a whole Love paradigm is just waiting for me, and my deserving human-recovery, without any more Karmic-hate ping pong need, to make a gender-fool switchback Satanic-role out of my poverty-soul, ever again.

I believe ONENESS Spirit Conscience of Immortal Love requires the absence of gender-hate, and I don’t know what I don’t know, so I can, only imagine never getting old, never getting sick, never getting trapped inside a body-raped, never getting married, never having children, and never suffering as that, very hate, that needs me to suffer being Karmic-hated, all over again. Is this Hate-paradigm all there is for me, after working so hard to recover from being a hat-full of hate-filled recovering hateful human Karmic-hate both-ways victim/victimizer/caretaker in this same sick-loyal “Married, poisoning more falling-apple-kids codependent, not Karmic-far from our lascivious Hate-tree Gender-Hell?”

I can imagine never working jobs, never paying for what Love God gives freely, already, never hating siblings, never feeling jealous, never Satanic Dragon-dreaming, never missing the constant kidnapped missing, never again becoming disappointed with everything, and everyone gender-suffering in this Karmic-hate mirror-double Hellacious role/role-reversal, and never working every minute of every day on my recovery as a human being, only to discover, to my surprise, that the thousands of others, no Hell-Billions; that I was helping were, still determined to take their recovery, right back into the same Duality Matrix, that had almost killed ‘me’ too.

Maybe we will become non-gender hate-less Crystalline Light Beings, that transfigure into user friendly images to take it easy on each other’s gentle souls, without dragging the Hate-matrix paradigm around with us, as if we are the only victim-kid, that ever suffers, more than any other suffering narcissistic mirror-double arrogant ‘genius’. Maybe there will be no bodies to help recover, because Light Beings realize ‘Second to the verb to Love, to Help is the most beautiful’, so in-Love paradigm, we may never project one-up gender-ship as if judging others with Karmic-hate un-acceptance has no place in this brand new gender-free Spirit ‘unimaginable’ Love Paradigm?

What is waiting for me/us, and when will Love paradigm accept me/us, so I/we can get off this wheel of Karmic divisive-gender role reversal hatefulness, where I/we weaponize our children, faster than I/we, already are secretly weaponizing Outer Space, even before I/we arrive there? Is this Karmic gender-hate Paradigm the, very Karmic ‘millstone around all our adult-necks’, so while one gender continually hates the, only other gender left, our children suffer our rotten apple hate-paradigm, even before they fall off our victim gender-hate Poison denied-anger ‘Sexy’ Tree?

Light Being Love Wishing Well for
Conipinikins-recovery Mighty Will


A Poison Tree

By William Blake

I was angry with my friend; 
I told my wrath, my wrath did end. 
I was angry with my foe: 
I told it not, my wrath did grow. 

And I watered it in fears, 
Night & morning with my tears: 
And I sunned it with smiles, 
And with soft deceitful wiles. 

And it grew both day and night. 
Till it bore an apple bright. 
And my foe beheld it shine, 
And he knew that it was mine. 

And into my garden stole, 
When the night had veiled the pole; 
In the morning glad I see; 
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.