God says to "talk." Keeps giving me this word in my digital divination techniques: dauphin. My connection to this word involves the GameCube game Skies of Arcadia: Legends, as you steal the flagship superweapon of the empire and it is named some dolphin ish, even spelling it out for the little players like me when you got to choose the flag of the new ship of the Blue Rogues, which was different than the Black Pirates, which leads us to our discussion on white/black hat hacking.
Vince was one of my handlers. He was the one I lived with in Tennessee for two years, not the one who moved to Canada, for reasons related to the law. I do not have "autism" anything on my official diagnosis, which is weird because I am SOOPER autistic. Which is one reason I'm grateful to Vince, because this guy helped me learn to express myself, to not be afraid of those or other neurodivergent qualities of myself as I went following the whispers of God, whatever phenomena that's referencing, and that's why my rap sheet is twenty feet tall and instantly dismissable as the police state is designed to set people up before they are a big timer or anything at all even, instead of it being fifty feet tall with horrible stupid shit in it.
Because the only way I learned where the right boundaries of society are was by putting myself out there full power while I was broken, and not only did this heal me, but it aided in the healing by restructuring my "self" skillfully as people responded to me in various manners and degrees. Doing performance art,I routinely got skillful, intelligent feedback from the world around me, along with the sneers of people with ocular logs.
For instance, before I was v& in Miami Beach, a woman came up to me, claiming, casually, that she was my back up. I replied that I didn't know that I needed back up, and she scammed the shit outta me, the sucker that I was, but because I spent time with her, raising/correcting my Karma in the process, I saw how I must appear at times, and it was her commenting on a little girl's butt that made me realize I should pull outta this performance artist by day, cop by night shtick I had been doing for three years at that point, having been trained for about a year in a secret government reconditioning program I know as Love School, and yadda yadda, now I do propaganda. I think.
But what I'm saying is, it was authentic expression as I went through what was totes psychosis and not my government manipulating me for mutual benefit that allowed me to have the experiences that did the healing as they perturbed the pile of entanglements contained within myself.
In other words, you must navigate the labyrinth to learn the nature of navigation and the nature of the labyrinth in order to transcend the labyrinth entirely. You can't heal in the environment you got sick in. That's what a pilgrimage/adventure is meant to fix; one must step outside their comfort zone to receive those impactful experiences to recondition oneself.
