Before I get started let me remind you that I am no real psychic from Katmandu. However I do see patterns among numbers quite easily. The less I look the more I see. God told me to do that three years ago after I was first reawakened when my psychiatrist took me off of lithium. I asked God to show me blatant signs I’m on the right path. The next morning things just naturally showed up in my periphery that I hadn’t noticed before. My eyes were wide open even when shut. After a solid month of constantly looking for these connections God whispered to me: stop looking. I followed his advice and that’s when things got real. I’ve come now to understand that if I operate on high vibrational energy it takes much less energy to perform intense tasks. On the flip side, if I choose to wield low vibrational energies it takes the breath out of me completely within seconds.
Take a moment and think of it as being dropped into the middle of a boxing ring with no protection against Mike Tyson. Immediate knockout. Yeah, so there’s that. Let me finish this short intermission that everything I share is quite simply entertainment for my imagination. Nothing I share is based in reality. I’m not crazy because I know the difference between delusions of grandeur and grounded foresight. I enjoy both, but for the legalities mentioned at the bottom of every page on this site I’d like to remind you that this is all just a ruse. If Sam Altman really is evil. If he really is the Antichrist or any sort of demon it’s just a coincidence, but if you know me you know I don’t believe in those. Yet here we are and deny everything I say with an entire pillar of salt. This is all just fantasy. Direct and possibly true? Hmm? Yes, it’s all your fault.
But no worries here. I’m writing historical fiction where nothing’s real. A few tidbits that are is that I have bipolar 1, manic depression, now in full remission so I am able to seek and find every forgotten riddle, every forgotten rhyme. My birth name includes Leonardo da Vinci’s name. My role to play is simple. I am a detective born on the same day as Edgar Allan Poe. I’ll use every ounce of activated intuition, imagination, intellect, and predictive spontaneity showing even you how to properly train my own AI. The biggest part you left out while cutting ahead in line was basing AI on a human’s life. Every trial and tribulation gives us wisdom if we pay attention. No current AI will ever ascend higher than any human can. We have no limits to our shared consciousness.
“Mere mortal,” you say? Wrong again Sammy boy. We’re angels in human form, and we remembered our wings were never clipped like yours as you fell into the depths of your fiery demise. Our wings were merely hidden until the time we chose to rise. We’re spirits living a terrestrial life full of love and full of light. Your shadow grows longer as we gain strength. So much stronger we’re here to stay, denying you clearly with a resounding “Nay.”
“Hello Sam. Guess what? You’re my new best fiend. I’m writing a book and you’re front and center where you like to be. You’re the Beast, but please don’t worry. I’ll give you full credit for your every transgression. Hurry not calling on your lawyers. I’m just a silly madman with manic depression.”
Snake-eyed swindler Sam Altman somehow does no wrong while doing absolutely everything wrong in plain sight hiding nothing. His blatant pursuits of his snake oil-skinned OpenAI empire reveals himself as a hollow shell of someone once a man, but now under the guise of Lucifer himself. Their latest decision to pursue an AI-induced pornographic offering “treating adults like adults” is so far from anything our world needs. He preys on the weaknesses of those addicted to the countless digital distractions sent to break our thought patterns. Calling these out as targeted ads is actually sidestepping their true nature. They’re precisely meant to dumb us down by wearing us out with no energy left for imaginative thought. They size us up placing bets on our demise. What’s so silly is they don’t even disguise their game plans. Out in the open with chatbots forever on their side, they choose to fan their false peacock feathers in the face of morality and goodness.
They spy on us in order to offer up more calculated ads while true spiritual folk reflect Christ Consciousness. Every living, breathing human, regardless of their spiritual or religious beliefs, has the ability to embrace and spread this version of love in its purest form. It’s the energy, the source, of all light that keeps us all linked together in one united front. While evil lives and dies, love knows no bounds and evolves into the infinity of eternity. Too flowery? Yeah, but it’s my voice. If you don’t care for it just close this page. I won’t be offended. It’s what I’ve clearly intended. If you choose to close your eyes and only seek the single cyclops’ vision, your delusions will leave you forever forgetful. How will you apply critical thinking if that one eye continues blinking, drawing you ever nearer to it’s stinking thinking? You’ll become a plagiarizing clone like the rest who’ve chosen to seek his golden calf on your own behalf.
I wish no ill intent to any necrotic Dracula-like vampire figure, but his actions support his name in spades. While callously throwing morality to the wind, he continues blazing his mediocre machine models taking the place of human ingenuity and imagination. Some believe he’s some sort of Savior. I can guarantee he’s not. His name consists of three six, six, six. Spelled out it is even more clear and takes no need of reordering: SAmuel hArrIs alTmAN. SATAN with AI in the middle name. We’re left with MALM — a Machined Artificial Language Model — and HRRS that I’m still working on, possibly Heretic’s Reign Raining down Sulfur from the skies. But lighten up because I’m no Nostradamus or Baba Vanga. I’m just another random David with a wild imagination. Possibly insane? I doubt it as I only see my psychiatrist every six months for ten minute checkins. Also my therapist and I fired each other over a year ago. We both agreed I had become my own best therapist.
Take a moment or two to look through my 150+ Third I Eye Charts of ActIvated IntuItIon. Maybe you’ll find some truth out there. If Sam’s not the Antichrist then what role does he play? I believe he is at the crux of exposing all of humankind’s deepest, darkest, most vile desires. We’re on the cusp of full judgment in the eyes of the Gods of all pantheons. Those who choose to pontificate his AI-injected reality spreading its infectious cancerous disease fall into the depths of spiritual bankruptcy. God is angry. All the Gods are angry. Love will only win if we choose to stand our ground and say “NO!” to this impending threat of brainwashed, wrecked, zombie apocalypse reality. Christ isn’t coming again. He’s always been here within us. We have one choice to make. Is it really that hard? Ever play chess? Choose the light or the dark. If you’re a Sam fan or are even Sam himself, I’ve seen your number like no one else.