The Worst/DUMBEST Prayer In The World: “Please God, I want my faith to be tested…”

Talk about tickling the dragon’s tail…

According to the universal law that this reality of ours is based on, we always get what we want, 100% of the time – but the delivery routes and times may vary. You can’t find divine love without being worthy of divine love, for instance.

There’s one popular wish, however, that will always create drama, chaos, and tragedy. That is the wish to be tested, or tried, to have your faith tested. The wish to want to know your limits. How much pain would you be able to handle, how much crap can you take before you renounce God, your lovers, your friends? How difficult would it be to break you? How hard can it be for you to get what you want before you give up the chase? Would your love endure if you were pulled apart from your TrEmor’s? How heinous of crimes would you forgive your True Emotion Mirror if you knew them?

All of these questions will create the circumstance in which those questions will have an answer. What will it take to break your faith in your God? And the stronger your faith, the more brutal will your faith have to be for you to get your answer.

If you think you would never, or they would never… You’re wrong.

You’d be surprised how circumstances will change you. If you want a confirmation that will reassure you that you would NEVER kill anyone, you will get into a situation where that resolve will be tested to the extreme, and you’ll find out that each one of us has a killer in us, whether you’ll kill or not… Anyone’s guess, but you’ll be driven to a point where you will have to reconsider your position… And consider it seriously.

HOPEFULLY, you will admit and acknowledge that INDEED there is a breaking point to you, that will make you hit a woman, kill a child… Maybe rape one, too. Don’t swear you won’t ever, because there will be circumstances in which you fucking would… and you don’t want to know what those circumstances are.

All of this is about knowing ourselves. To know our own limits. To know what we enjoy, what we don’t want. The universe is a massive entertainment system, but it’s also a big social experiment lab… Where we are both the subject and the scientist. Your life is your own joke on yourself. Study your earlier thoughts and you’ll find the origin of why you’re in the position where you are… The delivery time is 10-20 years, sometimes 2000, but challenges are rush delivered over rewards.

Special note on my pet peeve: sick people

By the way. This is the way I’ll cure cancer in you fuck ups: You have two options, live or die. You are not being smart, brave, important… You face it with a smile, or you face it with fear, it doesn’t fucking matter. At the end of the day, you’ve got one question: Do you want to keep on breathing or not? Will you keep on breathing? The rest is up to your doctors, not you. You’re just a pathetic fucking passenger in all of that. Now. Do you consider breathing an achievement?

Illness in general is such a wasted fucking state to be in. Your challenge is to get back to 0. Your CHALLENGE is to GET BACK TO NOTHING. TO ZERO! Who the fuck wants a challenge where you simply return to where you should have STARTED? That’s just wasted fucking energy to me…

And illness and sickness is interesting only if you think you didn’t bring it onto yourself. For as long as you can pretend to be a victim of it, it’s all cool. But you know you did it on purpose. Why? For attention? Challenging your faith? Facing your fear of dying prematurely?

Was it because it’s the only way you feel important to and noticed by your useless family members and friends? That you need to fucking die in order to matter to someone? Did you think you take health for granted? (You should have.) Did you think you deserve to get sick because you don’t love your family enough? I don’t know, but I know you had a reason. SOMETIMES the reason is good. Sometimes, it’s pathetic. Either way. Find the reason, then fix the reason. Find better people.

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