It weird, this being a God like being.
Apparently they torture you for a while, all get killed adn tortured, then they decide they better retire you since you appear to biggest thug ever.
So you retire and just work on your dreams and do what Gods do.
Sure the medication migth have helped a bit.
It is poisonous, but a I met a nutritionsist and she told me to eat garlic. So maybe I will read up on it and start eating it.
Damn those were some good magic murhrooms, I went to heaven and saw God's face.
Then I lived.
I guess that is yet more evidence that I am God, perhaps, along with the fact I see the Gods's faces in my visions and we talk an smoke and hang out together.
That and the fact I can apparently control the weather and summon mighty fleets of UFOS and heal the sick and cure the mentally ill sometimes.
Sometimes people get better just by seing me, computers heal before my eyes and people are like wow, you are magnificient whatever you are.
Hmm.
I chose the path to be a God perhaps, or it was just my destiny, as the son of a long line of saints, to arrive from heaven on the stork express and be God all the sudden.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgSE1tmpVGU
Best German Marches, man those Germans have some intersting military music, I think it makes you more intellectual.
Bahaha.
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