Dear citizen of the world. What is your interpretation of a prophet, a messiah, a God?...
I will not define your answer for you, and peace be with you. The major institutionalised establishments that I particularly am conscious of now, they just popped into my head, didn't they? My name is Ali Ismail, and once upon a time, this is what I have said...
"I am world changing, but in a persecuted way as humanity would either curse or kill me for interrupting the institutionalised Islamic order to their divine hierarchy".
Right, this is my teaching for the day, we're gonna use "singular products", and 1. NOT THERE 2. THERE. Now how many was that? I guess it would work like it "spawns". Solipsist comprehensions spawn...
So is it the end when you die? Such and such fella just spawned just a minute ago, they were a "fresh creation".
Yeah, it's just another way to say me, other than current state connection.
Sheikh, I have a question about The Mahdi.
"He has the image of heaven...He is the coolest king...He has beyond powers..." I give a nod over to my classmate and respectfully state "sophistication".
Citizen of the world, I do not think I am the Mahdi just because I have constant visions. So what its adventurous, so what. Fella took a hallucagenic the other day. 80's ACID HOUSE. YEAHHHH.
Cocaine takes its effect by increasing the dopamine levels in the brain. Cheers bruv, sis, I officially have excessive amounts of this chemical, scientific professionals work on this premise, eons of Earthly activity concludes with me being branded as an exceedingly elated creature.
I spoke to my support worker, and he told me it was all about my engagement out there, deep down I know it's a behavioural thing. Wait a second, doesn't it seem like society plays the schizophrenics experiences down, oh sorry I forgot, "paranoid" schizophrenic.
Mate, should I tell you secret, and there's a reason why it's all a big secret. I reckon I have an ability. But when he or she told his or her family about their wonderous ability, the doctors called the police, and the police took them to an asylum, but not before saying, "your not holy, delusional individual."
So I'm sitting in the doctors room right, and I remind him how all that dopamine practically presents me with very mature forms of happiness, such as States, with varieties of flavours. "Ali, the functions of a human do not include the grandeous.” So the mainstream consensus on how this "universe" works, often involves energy required. No, there are solutions as to how things are impossible, babies know of open ended chaos. Your universe is very dependent on the material, while you RAPTURE WHILE YOU SLEEP.
Now let me elaborate on contradictions within the diagnosis of delusions of grandeur. Mr A thinks he is a particular special figure, one that has come and gone, not some generalised excuse like a.prophet. Mrs B thinks that she is special, what she is herself, living her life, humble faced yet the mentality of nobility (folkish?). Well historians have established the reality of prominent characters past gone, Mr A can evert folkish disgrace. "I just think I'm someone else guys, I just think I'm someone else."
Errrm, is The Mahdi scientifically defined? So that's what they said, that they were Mrs B, humble faced with the outstretched neck of nobility.
Should I tell you another thing about, "the ability". Magic applies. Yes magic applies and here is the logical justification. The things that are seen are not there. There not. What physical laws apply? You want to take this further, outside?...
Dimensional space uses the dimensions for shape, for shapes. There is only a mere amount of variations I can list out for shapes on a 3D plane. And how many people have there been throughout the ages all with unique faces? It does not work like that, not as a 3D shape. This is the best way to definitively clarify this. It's an area with a pattern inscribed on its surface, oh the beauty of it.
Now before I get on to time and its integration with all matters (note to self, I'll use the example of matter)...
Citizen of the world, is there a conspiracy about all our witty chats with Jesus. Do you and I both look in hope to a new era, an era of open mental speculation, leading to discovery and invention, including universal happiness and euphoric comprehension.
The time themed proposition is a simple one, a piece of matter is spread across an across time. Just look at it.
Now what I want is to BE an infinite space, spreading outward to massive reaches, with that typical emotion, those depths of time.
Summer 2013... what would be the London publics analysis of the homeless strider, striding up and down "on road". May it be the hot lure of colour conjuring smells as Ali Ismail has chosen Edgware Road as his path. The oriental sheesha hoovering audience heartily sway, drunk with Arabian rights, blowing clouds of salute as the maniacal laughs I release bring down the sky.
As the supercars blast songs of love and loss, another type of song is going on in my head. As I shine my halo of fire, the higher me presents speak.
The Earth and the entirety of history is my dream. I am the creator of this world and heaven. There are infinite of me in other dimensions. The night sky ascending to the farthest reaches of space succumbs to my awareness. I see heaven within my abode...
Ali Ismail's too cool, my stomp only goes harder. It's an Islamic privilege to be the chosen one Universal Happiness only applies to. Does Robotic Uniformity appeal to my taste or does Skylaw say I am the centre of math. Interconnected sessions are legends lasting years, but it's the content that summons speculation. Or am I just mythological, just a "scribe who made it himself?"
Deterministic walking is going to match bull horns with walking on water, it's just going to. Seasons before Edgware Ali Ismail submitted himself to the will-less free. May it be machine armies of "Legion" that governs my step.
My loft is a game boys sanctum. Legion display tales in the back garden, which morphs into an arthurian slash exotic....I'll leave it there, it's not any wood you'd find on the planet. There’s a compass around my skull. The Angel's come magnetically, directions east and west. If its, err Perrrsia or Duuubai, it would be not facing Mecca, a little to the left.
Whether it's the Vikings or the Greeks, it is never as deep as a series on emergency. There’s me, this perverse giant, extracting all surroundings, swimming through like boxes of tissue. "Bring me a world leader", I gesture as I snivel. The story is as serious as Zeus in the sun, reaching out for his counterpart carcass jogging on a dogs lead.
You see, citizen of the world. This is an ancient truth, my inverse sphere of maximum happiness, influencing myself.
Across the worlds I fall through, there are those that bring bounty like mastery over a slave. Passing on tales of rescue and war, told through the increasing apparentness of diagrams of futuristic, not old, we come to the situation that's buzzing "WHITE ALIF", chanted to a messianic parade of feminine forms.
His setting is the confines of a metallic hall, neither a platform or a stool, but the opposite. The cage as it is seen, spins to downward rhythms, the bass sound fitting to the Space around. White Alif, his name bestowed, with a hairstyle not red or gold, but Plain White, the tone transitioning from the same colour skin, waving to an atmosphere ethereal, a mane befitting of his name.
The single blue lipped entourage of super heroines moving flash are jagged. It's no question Alif is kicked, he has a cuboid block on the lower half of his torso.
And what distinguishes the alpha from the pride, a white line, sharp, down the blue lip. The action is a performance outshined by emotions filled in a sky, renewing through the hair of White Alif running through.
Cosmological theorizing is a core element of a hallucinating visionary. A universal plane works where it always encompasses ever more new subjects, not restricted to an enclosed universe, open ended. A count which does not end adds up to the same when a definitive amount is added or removed, the measuring of which is termed Generalized Count, where inputting real material is not regarded. Basically the count still doesn't end and counts up to the same.
Will there ever be an exasperated response from civilisations spanning sciences supra-logical and mathematically revamped?
Interrogate me on the scenario of the spinning cage and the fact will be that it is merely a function that sends me beyond max. The continuously increasing states uplift me to the sight of objects that are out of place, and explained to draw in heavenly smells, all to a physic remotely relatable to speed. They are titled "Timeless Items". I require care, needy for a guide upon each jump, ranks of advanced robotic characters. Finally, a space setting with planets of close proximity. Muhammad sits presented in a devoted manner, clapping and many armed. Teasing a creating capability he is.
Raising an upward palm to behold the growth of a galaxy map, charting realms red, white and blue, toys on an axis vast. Citizen of the world, how sublime am I to your "Arabian Peninsula", your most Western West and your "natural" skies. To crack the Himalayas becomes a tigers tropical dream.
There is a steady method upon which one can scour the Universal Plane. Anything that is meant to not be contributes to Universal. The Universal Plane, from all angles and entrances, up, down and theta, sandbox simulations to solid grounds. Everything that's thought to be missing geographically logically makes up the building "Universal".
The Father upholds their dignified posture as its Angel's travel the zesty realm. An Angel lifts their Goatish figure because the Fathers essence has spread through the realm, channelling new spiritual versions of times and tales. What they have shared in their past is being shared in the current. The leaves curve to the song running throughout, a cry that fits the longing for the societies love for the exalted Father.
