This is a brief, but powerful and profoundly beautiful story, about how I’ve met one of the most beautiful, conscious and valiant, and fun women I have encountered in my entire life, thus far. Aside from the appreciation that I have, there are, of course, likewise things to criticize, as there is either way regarding everyone and everything, among other things…
Yet, there were so many more good qualities risen to the forefront of this wonderfully honest and sincere young woman, that perhaps for the first such instance of my life thus far, I felt like she is someone I do not have to fuckin’ “babysit”, or endlessly lecture about morality, spirituality, loving ourselves and each other, as both individual and infinite consciousness, etc… for despite her young age, she was pretty much well past the starting point of her elevating journey in consciousness.
No, instead of feeling like I have to drag some pustulent swine out of some puddle or swamp of shit and grime, a prisoner out of their cage, or a child away from a bottle of arsenic, I actually felt, to an extent unusual for me regarding my general interactions with “current iteration humans”, so to speak… like I have something approaching what would actually be kin. Someone with whom to have joy in every interaction. Someone with whom to enthusiastically communicate and share ideas, and have it be reciprocated with similar joy and passion. Someone who has had shared or similar traumas, but likewise who found the strength to rise the fuck above ‘em, with a wide, defiant and courageous smile.
A strength I myself have always been, am always and will always not only continue to express, but further elevate in my endeavor to express, be and become greater and greater, wilder and wilder, more courageous, wise, defiant, creative, intuitive, intelligent, philosophical, soulful and spiritually active and proactive, etc, among other things…
WAHUURFIII
MUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A strength that I feel I’ve seen, in many ways, within this woman.
A woman which would likely not have been long, until I’d have referred to as a “soul mate”.
For indeed, such was the beauty of our brief, but monumentally important and profoundly meaningful meeting.
Of course, freedom, principles and truth always come first, before life, before family and friends, before all manner of “relationships”, before all manner of “wealth”, and before anything and everything else, etc, among other things…
Although I know that everything is as we choose and always self created, and although I know that everything has purpose, and likewise even though I know that I’ll always choose whatever paths are greater for my growth in consciousness… and in these notions and ideas, if these greater paths mean that a relationship between me and Idalia, for thus is her name (or, at least the one she forwarded as such), would not be conducive for that purpose, either at this point in our lives, or at all, then this is that I choose, firmly, resolute and utterly without hesitation.
Yet, on an ego level, one of my responses to the impression of this apparent “departure of ways”, is akin to “Why the goddamn, motherfuckin’ fuck and such, are we not still in communication?!”
Especially since, although I can discern infinities of things, integrating these things into the ego and the body isn’t always a smooth process, and in that regard… what adds to the torment is not specifically determining, with accuracy, the “in-story” reasons for the sudden pause in our communication.
There were so many signs that we were meant for one another, in some way or another. The spiritual knowing that it is so. The utter fluidity of our conversation. Her having seen my face in one of my videos, and then unprompted, showing me a picture of her. Then, removing her hoodie and putting a sexier blouse on for me, on her own. How easily we both affectionately told each other to “fuck off” and “fuck you”, while laughing all throughout. And the teasing, oh… the mutual and unrelenting teasing. Likewise, how she said she missed me so, even though we’d only talked once, and would again, the next day. How passionately we spoke, about everything we did, and how we started planning to write a book and more, together.
Then, her last words: “I’ll go and make something to eat. I’ll be back in 30… YEARS!”
She teased, but then… the thirty minutes passed. And then an hour, then a day… then another day… then another and another day… it has been four days, as of writing this.
It is not the notion that we had stopped talking, for indeed, if the interest would’ve waned regarding either one of us, that wouldn’t have been a problem, had I known that was the case.
It is likewise not the notion that it’s been a few days since last we spoke, for that itself is not an issue.
It is the abruptness of it, and in light of how well our interactions went thus far, and likewise in the context of her situation… I am left to wonder whether she is hurt, abused, or worse… or if she lost access to the link to our chat; for both of us were so very much distracted by the joy of each other’s company, that not only did we ask for one another’s name after several hours into the first conversation, but neither of us had the personal, immediate attention and wherewithal during our “live”, on camera conversation on zoom, to actually add one another to the contact list, during it.
That, in addition to the notion that I’d given her my email, although she didn’t give me hers, allegedly because it’s “monitored” (though, she could easily make a new one, and either way, again, if she has that shitty a home environment, she should tell ‘em to fuck off; and likewise retaliate, in case of violence). But, she has my email (if she wrote it somewhere, or/and remembers it), and easily should remember the title and general ideas of the videos she’s seen of mine, so if she wants to come in contact once again, she could relatively easily find out how.
So, out of curiosity, and on the assumption that for whatever reason, she does not have access to the internet right now, I wanted to look her up, by her first name and the pictures she had given me. Reverse image searching and looking through the white pages for 24 year old women going with the name Idalia, from Eastern US, have thus far produced no worthwhile results.
This is not a “where’s muh womahn” kind of thing, nor is there any spite towards the notion itself, that we might’ve parted ways, but rather on account of not yet personally discerning what exactly fuckin’ happened.
Should you ever come across this piece of writing, Idalia… I hope you are all right. Before all egotistical desires towards what could’ve been a beautiful relationship between us, of whatever kind, I hope that you are well. And I want you to know, that no matter what hardships you may further face in life, no matter what anyone says or does, and no matter how dark any moment of your life might appear to have become… YOU are the one responsible for your life, YOUR CHOICES ARE ALWAYS YOUR OWN, and you CAN do fuckin’ anything and everything you CHOOSE, when you so choose to do it (which applies to everyone and everything, etc); of course, assuming it isn’t evil; i.e. murder, theft, assault, rape, lying, coercion and exploitation, etc, both literally and metaphorically, everything else is a GOOD, GREATER and thus MORAL and RIGHT thing to do, among other things…
And I also want you to know, that I have personally never in my life thus far, experienced anywhere near such pleasure, furthermore “delirious” fun, and more than that, profound joy in interacting with another human being, of this “current iteration” of “humanity”.
Such a deep and monumental (first, and hopefully not last) experience I consider that this has been between us, for even though we only spoke twice, and even more amusingly, “online” instead of having any bodily proximity, and even then, mostly through the means of writing… I have such a good impression of you, that I sincerely consider that I would very well remain single for the rest of my life, if I won’t come across a woman that’s, at the very least, similar to how I currently consider you, or perhaps indeed, if that woman isn’t you.
Although I know that everyone is unique and irreplaceable and such, among other things, and that love is an intrinsic essence of our true selves and divine, divinity and veyond… the as yet still broken and unevolved parts of my ego despise most people in his so-called “society”. On that level, I only have two people in my life that I “egotistically love”, that being my mother and my little brother. Or, I had only two people for whom I egotistically felt as such. You are very much the third, and quite honestly, had I not a familial bond, and among other things, a shared history for several decades with my mom and younger brother, I’d probably not feel like having a personal relationship with either of them, had I met them yesterday. Of course, as it is, I genuinely love them and would give my life in their defense… although, in a situation of emergency, I’d so the same for everyone who’s not a parasite; and of course, I choose to valiantly go through all “death, pain and torture” and all “pleasure, joy and happiness”, in the endeavor of doing what is right, no matter fuckin’ what, etc.
Anyway, regarding personal affection and appreciation towards other humans, and in this case my mom and younger brother, you have literally risen to that level of appreciation, on account of who you are, instead of it being a lifelong, familial bond.
Know ye this, young one: I will always remember you, and will cherish each and every single moment we have had together.
Anyways, among other things…
For both you, love, and whoever else might be reading this, here’s the story of how we met, and some of how my experiences, impressions and discernments regarding this have been, thus far.
It was another one of “those days”, where I once again was bored with “humanity”, but also had some level of sexual frustration going on, and thus I set out to potentially find a suitable and worthy human being to interact with, of all places, on a “kinky text roleplay” chat site, namely rolechat.org.
A den of mostly derelict things that pretend like they are people, who are so utterly depraved and clueless about both their own selves, and the world they’re in, and more or less anything that is further than the length of their nose, or sexually frustrated loins.
Yet, every so often, in the endeavor of potentially waking someone up or/and providing some inspiration, and of course potentially finding a worthy partner, I post this introduction in my “profile”, in addition to other wholesome “kinks”, as it were, but which either way aren’t particularly relevant for this story and discussion.
The actually important part is this:
“On the lookout for other spiritually conscious, wild and defiant, courageous, anarchist / voluntarist individuals (who have also sussed that the scamdemic is a fraud, that judaism is evil and practicing jews are parasites, so fuck’em and fuck that shit), who are interested in wholesome, but sexually “perverse”, long term erotic roleplay.”
In a context where most people are addicted to their suffering, addictions and erroneous beliefs, and even worse, in one where they are so enamored with those things, that they sexualize ‘em, it is no surprise that the vermin would typically go “apeshit” in response to anything that tries to inspire the good and greater aspects of who they genuinely fuckin’ are, veyond the fake-ass “grafted” version of their programmed “outer persona”.
Yet, on this particular day, the 12th of March, 2025… which, by the way, is “12, 3, 2025”, i.e. 69, in terms of numerology; funnily enough, both in terms of the innuendo of “69”, but far more importantly, with regards to it as a symbol of harmony of ying and yang, etc, among other things…
Also to note, I am writing this entry, on the 17th of March, 2025, which is “17, 3, 2025”, i.e. 8, 3, 9, symbolizing a harmony between the ego (symbolized as “9”), the harmony between the feminine, masculine and conscious divinity of the “Spirit, Soul and Character” selves (the Three Selves, as I call them), and likewise the “8”, symbolizing the True Self, the truly infinite, unlimited and unbound, divine, divinity and veyond, etc, among other things…
Anyway, on this particular day, as I was readying to send a few more “ads” on this particular site, and then call it a day, someone with the username of “Lia” had decided to pop up.
“Dude, I fuckin’ love your starter!”
The girl exclaimed, and from then on, we moved the conversation to “chatzy” and eventually had a face-to-face “cam session” on an app called “zoom”; not the “sexual” kind, although there was clear harmony between us, of both the conscious and sexual varieties, among other things…
I have never had difficulty communicating, but the fake-ass facades that most “current iteration humans” in our so-called “society” often put forth, is something I massively despise, for it is a sign of self loathing; most people in our “current society”, hate themselves and each other so much that they barely even consider the possibility of getting to know themselves, as who they genuinely fuckin’ are, let alone actually doing the “shadow work” in preparation for integrating the conscious and metaphorical “light” and so much infinitely more than that. That itself, let alone the evils of our world and their agendas, and other reasons that I’ve elaborated upon in other articles, are some of the reasons for why it is that I personally despise interacting with most “people” in our current “society”, outside of helping them out in a situation of abuse, violence or emergency.
Yet, here is Idalia, a stout woman of the barely even a ripe young age of 24, who’s radiating so much joy and strength, so much self love and love of others, and a willingness to actually be herself, no matter what, that she immediately felt like kin. Like, for as much as I consider myself “so much wiser and advanced than thou”, when it comes to growth in consciousness, compared to most people in this current world, and although I do consider myself “so much wiser and advanced than thou” compared to her, as well… this young woman, the wisest and most harmonious woman I have ever met, is the first human being (or assumed human being) that I personally do not feel like “looking down on”.
Like, I still treat everyone as equals in terms of things like behaviour, and likewise willingness and readiness to help, for indeed there is no “separation” between anything and such, but I always have an air of “superiority” on an ego level towards most in this world. This the first (assumed) human being, that even my consistently tormented (but recovering, and of course, evolving) ego would call a friend, and even more so, would consider worthy as a partner and a lover.
I have had women before. Not a whole lot, for I care far more about quality than quantity.
I have made the mistake of expressing the pathetic “puppy” form of affection; this is not that.
I have made the mistake of treating a woman as a “throwaway”; this is not that.
I have also made the mistake of getting into a relationship, on account of trying to help a troubled woman; call it an “I shall fix her” kind of approach; this is not that.
For one of my current discernments regarding her, is that there is nothing within Idalia that I’d consider “broken” or in need of “fixing”. There is much room for improvement and elevation, of course, but that applies to everyone and everything, etc. No matter where we are in life and veyond, we can always do things in greater ways than we’re currently facilitating. Everyone with any truthful expression of love, will always seek to actually be and become greater in every moment, than all moments prior. For everything is truly infinite, unlimited and unbound, divine, divinity and veyond, etc… among other things…
Anyway, as I was saying, there is nothing “broken” with this woman. None that I’d yet personally recognize as such, anyway.
Here are some feats of strength, from what we have discussed, and which she has the strength to recognize as challenges to overcome, and the valiance to outgrow them.
She’s been living in a rather abusive family, where her biological father has raped her body, when it was but 5 years old. Not “tried” to rape; “succeeded” in doing so; whenceupon her mother rightly defending her, and almost shot him after finding out what he had done, before ending the relationship then and there. A righteous response, but I would say he deserved far worse than “nearly” getting shot. A bullet between the eyes would’ve been preferable, but that’s another conversation.
Then, similar to one of my own frustrations with this world, she has also experienced abuse, mockery, violence and ridicule, in response to her consistent honesty and expression of self love.
Then, likewise similar in various ways, to the strength and valiant resolve that I always have, am and will continue to express in greater and greater ways, wilder and wilder ways, of always doing what is right and expressing myself freely, wildly and courageously and so on, no matter fuckin’ what, she likewise exhibits this kind of strength. I don’t personally know her well enough yet, to personally discern for sure the extent to which she does, but although she does have moments of weakness, she has far more strength than shortcomings.
She’s currently living with her mom and stepdad, both of whom, from what she says, are pathetic little bitches and would be “control freaks”, so to speak. Literally destroying her own property, like her laptop, trying to constantly “supervise” her and “follow her wherever she goes”, and consistently trying to prevent her from coming in contact with anyone who’d have similar views, values and discernments to her own.
Personally, I’d have long retaliated against them for having done so, and would’ve long rejected any personal “relationship” with them, if they were that retarded. Still leaving the door open for potential redemption, but until they’d have shown themselves ready for that, fuck ‘em.
Yet, when asked what she would do, if suddenly her family would admit their wrongs and say “I’m sorry.” to her, this beautiful woman said she would honestly start crying and embrace them in a loving hug. Aside from that, she also expresses and extends her empathy to other beings as well, and as such, for example, does not consume the flesh and suffering of animals, like so many unfortunately do, in our current “society”. How’s that for quality of character?
I would, although, argue that she’s too naïve in various ways, and far too prone to treat others who have wronged her, as if they had already recognized their wrongs and sought to redeem themselves. However, she does recognize this as well, and any other critique I had of her, she already recognized about herself, before I mentioned it to her.
This shows that she does, in actuality, know herself to some extent, and is both appreciative and critical of what she does, how she does it and why that is so, among other things…
Which is probably why she has decided to study psychology, and funnily enough, she seems to recognize that “mainstream” psychology is more or less entirely bullshit, but who knows… perhaps several years into the future, she’ll have written books that will redefine how “the masses” look at what some would call “the psyche” and other things.
Perhaps, like me, among other things, she is a sage, a mage and genius, who’ll remain vilified and mocked by the “undead” and “unbegun” masses during her life, for our works to later be uncovered and for humanity, and others, to actually learn something from them and use as a catalyst for their own growth.
Maybe then, hopefully, there would be a note somewhere, saying “… and they lived and “died”, forever in each other’s loving arms.”
Of course, anyone and everyone can elevate themselves, when they so choose.
We are to all and always and veyond ways persist, rebel, defy and do what is right, conscious, spiritual, defiant, courageous, wilder, honest, elevating, etc, no matter fuckin’ what.
Let it be known, my love, that no matter by what delusions of “distance” our bodies may perceive themselves to be apart… I will always be with you, and I will always remember you as the one woman who reminded even the darker aspects of my character and ego, of what it’s like to actually and personally feel joy, in loving another human being. So much so, that interacting with the world will now seem even more painful and infuriating than before, but fuck me, I would rather forego all worldly pleasures, and feel pain and sorrow and rage for the rest of my life, and endure all the pains, hardships and torment of this world and more, than to have not fuckin’ met you at all.
I will always love you. I hope we’ll meet again, in life as well; for after we’ll have finished whatever we arrived to do in this particular story, we will meet for sure, again. And it will be glorious!
I am crying and laughing as I write this, and I know that regardless of who you are, where you are and how you are… there was purpose to us meeting.
Everything has purpose and everything is self created.
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to genuinely make.
Anyways, among other things…
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any “higher claim” to anyone’s lives, than whoever’s living those lives.
Nobody and nothing whatsoever has any more or less anything at all, than anyone or anything else at all.
Freedom is never given. Freedom is never taken.
Freedom is everything and veyond, and the essence of everything and veyond, etc…
Everything and veyond is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to genuinely make.
Anyways, among other things…
Always question everything
The more we know, the more we know, how much more there is to know
Anyways, we are to all and always and veyond ways persist, rebel, defy and do what is right, conscious, spiritual, defiant, creative, courageous, genuine, honest, greater, wilder, louder, prouder etc, no matter fuckin’ what, etc.
WAHUURFIII
MUAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Criteria of Worthiness: https://philoliasfidareos.com/criteria-of-worthiness/
True Spirituality, compared to bullshit zealotry and cults: https://philoliasfidareos.com/true-spirituality-compared-to-bullshit-zealotry-and-cults/
Anarchy and What It Actually Means: https://philoliasfidareos.com/anarchy-and-liberty-and-the-rejection-of-evil-and-slavery/
Exposing “virology”, “germ theory” and scamdemics: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-virology-germ-theory-and-alopathic-so-called-medicine/
Exposing and retaliating against “israel” and parasitic jews: https://philoliasfidareos.com/exposing-and-retaliating-against-the-bullshit-parasitic-zionist-jews-and-against-evil-in-general-etc/
Genuine Veganism (not the bullshit co-opted version): https://philoliasfidareos.com/2882-2/
Choosing Good over evil: https://philoliasfidareos.com/freedom-spirit-liberty-courage-defiance-honesty-and-essence-also-exposing-the-scamdemic-the-slavery-system-the-zionist-talmudic-parasitic-jewry-holocaust-lies-the-most-widespread-cult-bel/
Anyway, among other things…
“Creator” and “Creation” consciousness are not “separate”. They are both I and We and Me, infinite and unlimited consciousness, manifesting in different ways, and veyond the concept of “ways”.
Everything is always a choice, and the choice is always ours to make.
Always and veyond ways, I wildly, loudly, proudly persist, rebel, defy.
Always and veyond ways, I and We and Me are all and always and veyond ways, infinite and unlimited, unbound, freedom, liberty, defiance, soul and spirit, care and love, imagination, courage, will and intent, infinity, unlimitedness and veyond… among other things…
HARAGUURFIII WARAHUURFIII WAHUURFIII
MUAAAAH AHAHAHAH AHA HA HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HA AHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA