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No it isn't. Just focus. And, it does involve even more than I wrote.

If you really want. Just google the number 1.7321. If you research the number, as I am going to, I promise you will find a lot of names. The Truth is everywhere now. You simply have to be a little 'googly-eyed'

See if you can see it this way.

His poem is a reflection of how man is like a car. He thinks he needs to put in drive to move forward. When he actually driving in reverse.

Universe literally means 'one turn, or turning'. Reverse means 'return'. So, if he does not turn it around, he is going to return, and keep returning until he understands, and redeems himself. He's driving alone, so, who can help him?

Or. In the context of the Nazarene. The 'broadway' will take you in circles. The 'narrow way' will take you straight through to the True 'way'. The Milky Way. And "Galaxy" is Greek from the 'root' of one Word. "Milk".


And once you find the Truth, you'll become a heretic. Trust me on that.

If you ask me. I can't present many other different ways of how no matter what manner of travel you use, you can't be born of a father. Unless, father is the Mother. And, the Father is the Sun. And, since we have to all be 'conceived though an immaculate conception'. We have to become the One who plants the seed. And, the Virgin gives birth to a new 'man-child'. The
The Father and the Son. New heaven new earth.

I would love to continue, so, see what you see, and ask me to clarify what you do not.

Because, I can say that I am the way, the Truth, and the Life. Without any claims of any 'grandiosity', or, imply that am any sort of 'prophet', or Jesus Jr., any one more special than you or anyone else. and so can you.

Everyone sees prophesy as a 'seed'. They've all seen as it has been 'sown'. Few, however, have seen it as it has been 'reaped'. Anyone who claims to be a prophet, is indeed 'prophesying'. He is a 'sower' of his own seed. One who has reaped, realizes that prophesy is already 'ripe for harvest', and the only thing he can do is 'profit' from it. You can only know prophesy, and when you understand that, you then know that you can create your own 'destiny'. One sows, and another reaps.

History does not exist as nothing more than an illusion. You cannot 'predict' the future. Because, destiny is reality, with guaranteed certainty.

No one can die and rise up to heaven. "What goes up must come down". Gravity. You cannot defy gravity.

The only 'way' to eternal life, is to die and go to hell. And, hell is where all the fun stuff is. Sex, drugs, and rock n roll.)) And, ecstasy is the best buzz there is, in my opinion. I only took it once, back in the early 80's. And, it was awesome!

Ask me if you would like it addressed another 'way'. The highway is straight and narrow, but, it has several 'lanes'. It's an interstate. And, in America, they all contains 'three numbers'....It's not Route 66, it is more like Interstate 666.

Free will. It has to be turned around. You cannot 'free to be will', you can only 'will to be free'. And, you best become a slave to your will, and then you can choose to become free to be whatever you like. Your wish is my command. So, call me St. Genie.)))

I cannot post youtube videos yet. So, here are the lyrics to a song you might have heard. Let me know if you know it, and play it. It's a message.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many a man's soul and faith
I was around Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers; Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a generals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope your guess my name, oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all it was you and me
Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay

Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game, oh yeah

Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's confusing you is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo

peace

steve