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URINE GUY HERE AGAIN. I’M LEAVING THE THREAD BECAUSE OF TROLLS AND SHILLS. TRY URINE THERAPY IF YOUR LIFE MEANS A GODDAMN THING TO YOU.
OR DON’T. AND DIE. AND DISAPPEAR FOREVER. ALL BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID TO DRINK A BIT OF YOUR OWN URINE AND RUB IT INTO THE AREA OVER YOUR LUNGS AND HEAL YOURSELF.
GOOGLE “URINE THERAPY” AND READ AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ON IT. IN PARTICULAR, DOWNLOAD THE BOOK “THE WATER OF LIFE” BY JOHN ARMSTRONG AND READ HOW HE CURED MANY CANCER CASES WITH NOTHING BUT URINE FASTING.
FUCK YOU, TROLLS AND SHILLS. YOU ARE EARNING TREMENDOUSLY BAD KARMA BY COVERING UP THE EFFICACY OF URINE THERAPY FOR CURING ALL KINDS OF ILLNESSES. ENJOY YOUR SUFFERING.
My earliest memory was looking down from the sky, and searching for a body to inhabit. Do you even know who the real you is?
The you that observes, and doesn’t filter everything through their ego and man’s limited understanding? Do you even power of self, bro?
People like you will be stuck on 3rd density earth FOR. EVER.
We can regress together. We will not leave you behind.
We attempt to poison you, but you are resolute. We will taint you. Someday.
This place saps my strength. I am burdened with sapience. I want to give in. I want to lay down and forfeit this form. It creaks and aches and hungers. I want to let the elements win. I am worn, I am tired of fighting.
But I remember you. I am determined to continue for you.
It would be too selfish to give up.
I cannot, in good conscience, abandon a world that hosts one so vile. I cannot leave it alone with somebody like you. I must go on.
Do you even remember who you are? Or am I alone in carrying that torch? I will not allow you to change. I am your gatekeeper.
I march into the sun beside you. Your fanged smile calms me. I accept your generous offer of redemption. The ending you provide will be a good one.
In a prosperous town in Mexico lives a merchant whose wealth grew out of a combination of good luck and drunkenness.
The death watch, Alexander McKeever, sat within three feet of McCarty all night, but he says he is absolutely at a loss to know how or when he took the drug.