and so, I haven't let judgement proceed me.

Again, I am banned for speaking the truth because people expect me to pretend people aren't absolutely retarded and stupid after asking me stupid questions that clearly demonstrates to a T that they are children trying to sound mature in a world that consists of more than 50% of the population having no knowledge of the sun being a star.

The most amazing thing of it all, though, is the fact that nobody can fake what I do. I stand, I fight, I speak, I am a fearless man that doesn't even care that one day he'll be assassinated. I do not live in fear. Nor do I live in delusion or this politically correct society consisted of merely conformists.
You'll never see a man fake passion, 

You will never see a man faking anger, passion and relentless behavior.

You will always see a man faking love, politeness and respectful behavior.

You will never see a man faking anger, passion and relentless behavior.

You will always see a man faking love, politeness and respectful behavior.

Trolls are fakers - what I do can not be faked, because I am not faking what I do. Nobody can pretend to be what I am, because you have to legitimately be strong-minded, self-ridiculed, fearless and ready to stand for both, the dark times and the good times. Most people in today's society are so broken down and deprived of their self esteem, that they live it in pride and false sense of security; they believe that they should build themselves to become bigger rather than break themselves apart like you should because even the Universe has the death of a star creating new life.

A huge chunk of this society consists of dead stars that simply do not want to let go to experience the super nova / black hole which creates new life. Life cannot grow, become and be if nobody learns how to let go and thinks holding on is a strength, when it's a weakness.

I let go of everything. I sacrificed my desires. Instead of wrapping my experience around my heart; I wrapped it around the Universe to continue its cycle.

What do I get for this? Silence. Suppression. Oppression. Aggression. Hypocrisy. Delinquency. Obscurity. From those that call me the enemy, the troll, the asshole, when I have more virtue and responsibility than anyone I have ever met on the face of this planet.

The real enemies are those that forget their animal - that forget they are human. Those that play on their strengths, not their weaknesses. Those that want to reach the stars before dealing with their fears. Those that make a dream before making a reality.

They are the poison to our cosmic potential - they are the ones that should be seen as the threats to our lives and our experiences as chameleons of the stars; as children of the stars.

You are all fighting against the wrong people and letting evil prevail because it's faking your love, your peace, your respect and everything that plays your heart's note.

Think with your brains.

See with your brains.

Feel with your brains.

Your heart is naive. Your experience is unborn - it's never becoming. It's still an illusion / delusion. Break away from your chemicals and emotions and start understanding this Universe through vibration, frequency and energy.

Your brain only hurts when you think too much.

Your heart hurts when you are too weak.

This is why you can not use your heart. Protect it. With your brain - not your emotions and feelings.

Your emotions and feelings are cosmic animals that attack the wrong people because you forget that truth hurts you as much as the lies and pain of this world. You need to wake up and face reality - you are destroying reality the more you stay asleep in the dream you've created to comfort yourself, when nobody learns through comfort and bubbles; only through pain and blood. We can't change without pain!
 

Just had a dream where my night terrors feel like they got very old and cheap. It really feels like my night terrors are not even close to as powerful as they were one time. I rarely have them, but I still lucid dream like nobody's business. I was just in my brother's room, when the night terror hit at some point, I jumped off the bunk bed, into the hall way and picked up the unhinged door to my brother's room. I said, "why is this door so broken", then when I looked over the door, I saw my brother's closet door opening, so I used the door I was carrying to block my vision with what ever the night terror wanted to bring me as a present of brutal enlightenment. I threw the door away, and I peered into the abyss, to find my vision blurring and my breaths becoming so deep I was losing oxygen. I walked forward, and I saw a coat stand with a paper bag over its head walking towards me (old and cheap, lol). Believe it or not, the night terror still was strong enough to make me think twice, but I just walked into the abyss and ignored my father clearing his throat in the background and what ever that thing was.

I was then transported to this very nice place where this guy was singing, "We are allllll insaaaaaaaaaaaaane; yes weeeeeeeee arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre!".

It was actually a very beautiful and moving voice to listen to. It ringed in my ears until I woke up.

I just walked into a college campus, used my charm and influence, to find two professors; one of physics, the other of chemistry, and gave them my all. No security guard gave me trouble. Everyone I talked to fell under a trance when I went up to talk to them; I suspect nobody was familiar with seeing a nobody come up with so much passion and wisdom.

So one professor was religious; I liked this man, although it was depressing to see he was restricted by his occupation paradigm. He called it "god", I called it "Universe". We respected that. He wanted to hook me up with someone else he thought was intelligent compared to the other students, but he really hadn't the knowledge of where he was at the time. But all in all, he respected and resonated with my passion and theories.

Now, the next professor was a science-minded, textbook, I don't think type of guy. He would never answer unless he already had the answer. He never speculated or attempted to theorize, even though they do that in science; he was uncomfortable with it. When he asked me questions, he wanted the only answer he already knew, nothing else. When I asked him questions he could not answer, he told me to "prove it". What a joke. This man was a robot. Repeated everything from science books; did not think for themselves. No emotion, whatsoever. Spoke in sentence fragments, being dull and reactive like a machine. Also depressing to see.

The sad part is, I got nothing from that hauling ass trip. I mean, I did show my family that I was unusually brave and fearless, but they already knew, especially the way I can control entire family homes, and scare high authorities. I learned more from driving on the way there, than I did being there. What did I learn? Well, I learned that there was a connection between how clouds form in the sky, and ideas form inside our mind. I remembered how comics display thought clouds to represent thoughts from the mind, so I thought maybe that metaphor was universally using two different concepts which were actually tied together in reality. I then thought how a man without an idea, is a man without emotion. A sky without a cloud, is a sky without storms.

Back to sitting around and sojourning for another great coming because this society is built on idiocracy.

So after I was banned from the forums for 7 days because a mod has a judgement hammer so far up his ass, people call him Judge Booty, and has no idea what "trolling" means; just uses it interchangeably to support his tactless arguments which are very provocative and precise, I must say: "lel troll; lel ban", I then move onto the next step.

After being kicked out of PM privileges, wall post privileges, when before I was giving them a chance to keep this civil; I had the evidence and everything to prove my ban was unjustified; I then took it to the forums and made a beautiful spectacle out of myself to people with untrained minds; and a spectacle out of the entire situation plus mods to people that have trained minds.

I then said fuck it, everyone wears their ears backwards, so I contacted Tom/Wade to delete every last one of my accounts. Wade told me to "PM him on each account"; I did as majesty said, but, what Wade didn't tell me to do was respond with only "Delete this account" - instead, he told me that he wasn't going to delete my accounts, because even he is as naive and erroneous as the forum mods!

This world is SO stupid - I can't even get my accounts deleted! Ahahahahahaha! You have no idea what I'm feeling right now; and it's not even anger or frustration anymore. It's relief. IT's so much relief, knowing that people are THIS stupid! Thank you, for lifting me up, while showing me how much of a hole you guys dug up for yourself.

I am in your debt - no literally, I'm dancing inside your hole right now. na nana na na!

I am now in love with stupidity. The wisest words you'll ever hear in your entire excuse and a lie of living.

 

In case you aren't familiar with the fibonacci sequence, it's a sequential pattern which is "as easy as 1, 1, 2, 3," 5, 8, 13, 21, 34...

The way the fibonacci is linked can be figured by breaking it down in three numerical forms: 1, 4, 7; 2, 5, 8;  3, 6, 9 (the core).

1, 4, 7 = 12 = 3

2, 5, 8 = 15 = 6

3, 6, 9 = 18 = 9

If you add the numbers left to right, starting from top to bottom, you'll get 8 + 1 = 9; 7 + 2 = 9; 6 + 3 = 9

If you add the numbers by following the colorful energy, you'll get 1 + 2 + 4 + 8 + 7 + 5 = 18 = 9

If you add everything in a circle, you'll get 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 7 + 8 + 9 = 45 = 9

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Small minds will not be able to understand the magnificence of this, even after I had already explained it (most of it, however; I left out some parts for great minds to figure out themselves).

This, ladies and gentleman, is the key to the Universe. The very key that Tesla was talking about. He once said, "If only you knew the magnificence of the 3, 6, 9, then you would have the key to the Universe."

While studying this, I was being enlightened with possibilities, as well as the tears of my inner genius making another breakthrough so it can be that much closer to cosmic freedom.

The fibonacci sequence resembles the form of plant, animal and Man. These points are creating a uni-point, that is sometimes called "0"; the infinity; the origin of creation. That core, is the singularity which created the big bang. Take a moment to observe the figure of a birthing galaxy; it has "arms", a "body"; and as it expands, it creates a parabolic shape, which is described by the fibonacci sequence. If you do not know what a parabolic shape looks like, simply look into a mirror; the shape of your eye is parabolically shaped.

To stress this relationship between the human eye and the Universe further, I will heedingly suggest for anyone interested in this magnificence to study the sonar waves which are released from our eyes, and translate that as an earthly scaled version of a sonic boom. The source of light you see escaping from a dying star that manages to result in a cosmic diffusion, could be the same source of light (which is not visible) that escapes the human eye every time we blink, on a smaller scale.

The golden ratio, 0.618, which is a number I still haven't figured out yet, hence I am not a /mathematical/ genius (although, I do suppose I have the potential to become one when I take the time to learn it), but an ontological genius, may be another triangle shaped ghost machine that holds everything in the Universe together.

Some other points to consider:
 

• The planet's core and the core of the human body (not sure about animal body) produce electromagnetic waves, which I suspect is the emergence of personality.
  
  Tesla (and I, however Tesla proved it with tangible research) discovered that the entire biological system, the brain and this planet are existing on the same frequencies.
  
  I have noticed that the point between sanity and insanity is constantly conceptualized as a "spiral", which is what the Universe is comprised of, from the black hole, to the sink holes and whirlpools here on Earth. There is a theory that spirals are a link to natural silence. When nature is violent, and creative, it creates spirals - insanity is violent and creative.
  
  We are empty like the Universe. We are not being; we are becoming. What we become will always be another becoming. The Universe is young, cosmically naive - so are we. There is no beginning or end - no creator, or creation. The initial state that was the big bang built into another initial state greater than the previous which built into an even greater initial state - ad infinitum. The fibonacci sequence, too, does not abandon its previous numbers, like humans abandon their errors for their new becoming. That is what separates a great mind from an ungrateful mind.
  
  The neurons in our head are similar to the cosmic clusters in space.
  
  The heart is more electrically active than the brain. The brain follows the heart's rhythm, not the other way around. The heart is a bigger brain than the brain itself. The heart is the core - the brain is the control system. I also suspected this myself, when I observed in everything that is life, the core was the processor, and the centre.
  
  Tesla wrote, "If you want to find the secrets of the Universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration..."
  
  I wrote, "You cannot experience yourself, without experiencing the Universe; you cannot define yourself, without defining the Universe. Your identity can only be the Universe; anything but, is an identity of fear, ignorance and belittlement of cosmic character, which controls you, while the Universe need not control, for it is free and becoming."
  
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  On a personal note: If I wasn't able to contribute to this work of genius, I wouldn't have to make this partly about myself; lest I wanted to undermine genius and be greater than any fool.

[7:20] BostonTeamParty: I want to talk, since there's really no one else on right now that can handle the depth of my concerns, but I fear your impression of me will become bigger than our connection. 
[7:20] Overlord Forte: ?
[7:20] BostonTeamParty: I just have a few things to ponder about, if you are patient for it.
[7:21] Overlord Forte: dinner in 20 minutes but go for it
[7:22] BostonTeamParty: Well, you may not see it or even believe it with a pinch of salt, but I truly feel like a genius, or at least this passionate flame that burns brighter than the heavens trapped inside such a small box
where people stick knives through when ever I make a noise, because the things I say and think makes them insecure about themselves and causes them to reveal the primitive animal when I just want to 
communicate these profound ideas I spent my entire childhood tempering into what it is now. I am always attacked, ignored, vilified and scorned for simply trying to make sense out of this world - out
[7:24] : of this chaos that we call existence. I understand so much that I have wise people 60+ rooting for me to write a book or to change the world one bit at a time.
I spent more time denying the possibility of being a genius than I did in thinking. I spent more time in pain and misery through silence than I did in being content and proud of my ideas I took care 
of like cosmic children. I wanted to be a better man and use this power to be mutual and fair to others who should have a chance to make their own fate via their own actions, yet I am arrogant for
[7:26] : having ideas that surpass theirs, even though I spent my entire life thinking and being true to myself, while they dropped it for temporary desires that live to its ephemeral state - then it's gone.
They hate me because I am confident and passionate. They call it arrogance, but how is that possible? Every day I rip myself away from my own desires, my own dreams, my own needs to turn my brain into
the Universe because I know deep down that we are the Universe role-playing itself. That we are the stars in the sky. That our memories and experiences are created out of photoreceptors created by 
stars that existed billions of years ago. I'm not here to play God - I am here to play human. To be that chaos, that emptyness and that becoming of such that makes this Universe so royally magnificent
[7:28] : I came across the greatest genius of our time, Nikolas Tesla.
My ideas are the same as his, in spite of me not being the genius when it comes to the engineering and the electricity - the philosophy of Tesla is the genius I share greatly, and I can only shake to
the mere concept that I am, indeed, on that level. It astounds me because everything as it is now - it appears that the geniuses are the simple men, and the animals pretending to be people miscreated
[7:30] : by their inability to truly understand why they think, feel and act - so it's a complex of consciousness that tends to devour other people's chances to live. The great minds made room for their 
thoughts as much as they made room for their fellow men. I have never forgotten people no matter how little they were compared to the greatest of minds, just like I never abandoned the bottom of the
skyscraper for the top. I just wanted to feel this world and eliminate the hunger that never satisfied, yet imprisons me through every other person that never learned to let go of their convictions 
to accept this Universe as a whole.
I just want to be - but this world doesn't accept me.
For I force them to accept themselves.
[7:33] : They see everything they try to hide in me, and I become their greatest enemy. I honestly don't know which is more difficult; bringing out the hero in these people, or the monster.
I just want to be free, but I still feel smothered and choked. I have to swim past the fire and smoke to get the surface of the cosmic sea - trying so hard to not absorb that pain and turn it into 
hatred for those that made me transpire through so much pain and misery for their own escapades and refusal to accept the entanglement they have caused by not facing their contradictions and 
consequences.
[7:36] : Every day, my chest is reigned by fire; my legs are quaking with forces of energy surging through my body and my mind feels as thick as a book that would cover every aspect of the Universe in one l
literary piece.
When I speak, my father is broken into tears. People listen to me in real life, but I never have taken it to the social world - I'm not ready, nor do I feel like I will ever be ready because that 
advancement requires others to be ready. There are things in this world that I can not do alone - things that imprison great minds and punish innocent people because growth is hindered and life is 
paused epxerientially.
[7:38] : experientially*
You don't have to believe me, but I was born by nature and raised by nightmares.
A lot of my wisdom was gained from my dream world, and the deeper thoughts that echo into my consciousness when I am half asleep and sitting in a dark room alone to my thoughts. Albert Einstein 
came up with one of the most greatest inventions from day dreaming, so I am not crazy - I am a genius.
The question is - is the genius me, or is it something more?
[7:40] : Every genius is spoken to in some form by the Universe, because we're asking the right questions and listening for the right sounds and vibrations. These ideas are not ours - perhaps it is why we are
so alien compared to the common people. We were honest with ourselves and faced every fear, while people are only averaged minded because they hold themselves back - because they don't face their 
own shadow. I truly believe that being a genius is not about some sort of intelligent greater than others - as anyone can achieve this with the right passion and devotion. It's really opening 
[7:43] : ourselves up that allowed the Universe to flow through us like information flows through a chip of a computer that is fluent in travel and space.
The genius is the Universe.
We are the Universe.
The brain knows as much as the genius.
Yet, we, are only taught by that genius.
Without that genius, we are locked away from the Universe's secrets.
We all harbor it - very few acknowledge it, let alone know how to reach it.
[7:45] : That is why we always have grand ideas, but seem to always be left with not enough tools to execute as we imagined it.
That is why we question.
What is why I am talking to still after you deleted me from your contacts and silenced me.
talking to you*
that is why*
[7:47] : We are all sleeping geniuses - we are not all awakened geniuses.

Back-From-Purgatory past my test. Kudos!

Blackhole12 is still an ass hat.

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 This may not be hardcore mode, just keep in mind that I took down Cruel Vaal Oversoul with 0 deaths. One lightning beam took me down to 20hp, however. So I am skilled as a player in spite of the mode. It says 274 deaths, but most of those deaths actually were from: 1) strong box killing me whether it be status ailment, or lag spike, 2) killing myself over and over trying to kill a boss whether it be a retarded unique boss in a corrupted area, an Act Boss or some absolutely retarded unique boss like the one you can find in the Sceptre of God spamming lightning traps out of its ass. I completed Normal mode (Piety) - up until sceptre of God... - with only 2 deaths, 1 from a strong box, and the second from Piety being an OP PoS when you have no resistances, because again, I went glass cannon like a first-class retard - and it was worth every second.

TL;DR 69 Dexterity