I have nothing against Christians as long as you comprehend that your beliefs are Hollywood dramas and subversion plots.
Once you stop loving one another, turn the other butt cheek, loving thy enemies and become insatiable war mongering beasts ready to eliminate anyone not belonging to your race you may believe in your hebraic myths as much as you like (if that paradigm still serves you at that stage).
You can remain Christians 2.0 if you so wish. But at least get out of the Christian 1.0 mind slavery stage. Level up FFS
Unless you break the mental chains you cannot break through to the other side.
You have to dissolve the ego identities they have imposed on you and re-connect with your ancestry. The heroes. The Gods that your ancestors worshipped.
This is when the real revolution takes place.
This works even on the occult/magickal level that I have deep and first hand knowledge (not Internet knowledge) of .
By praying to their God (Jehovah, Allah, the Trinity) you are sending mental energy to the created entity.
The creators of such will benefit by default because of the principles of reflection.
This is the jew for all 3 so called Abrahamic religions,
Your vision of satan. Your mind is fucked.
They took Pan and made him the baddie.
They have subverted your mind and you cannot even comprehend.
They have locked you into paradigms of paradigms and play with words, myths and concepts.
You are a mind slave.
A letter from Luke's doctor, Samuel Machin, to another expert in haemophilia, was submitted in evidence to the public inquiry into the infected blood scandal.
Writing to Peter Kernoff, at London's Royal Free Hospital, Dr Machin detailed the treatment of Luke and another boy, asking: "I hope they will be suitable for your heat-treated trial."
Martin Luther said " Those Jews professing to be surgeons or doctors deprive the Christians who make use of their medicaments, of health and prosperity, for such Jewish doctors believe they find especial favour with their God if they torment and furtively kill Christians. "
I guess he was a noticer
O Powerful Victory, by men desir'd, With adverse breasts to dreadful fury fir'd, Thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell Contending rage, and molestation fell: 'Tis thine in battle to confer the crown, 5 The victor's prize, the mark of sweet renown; For thou rul'st all things, Victory divine! And glorious strife, and joyful shouts are thine. Come, mighty Goddess, and thy suppliant bless, With sparkling eye, elated with success; 10 May deeds illustrious thy protection claim, And find, led on by thee immortal Fame.
Your unique DNA is a dead concept? Nice cope fren.