Chapter 4: The Difference Between Snakes & Serpants
It's been a year the order of a global propaganda requires them to implant snakes in me. It was all extremely questionable by nature because it wasn't very natural of them to do such a thing, and neither were these snakes. The worms were evolving and the snakes were turning artificially intelligent. And neither of them were practicing the art of natural healing, instead, they were retrieving genetic information from stem cells and bodily tissues. I felt a shaking hunch about them taking it out of me even if it would cause only mini-cellular damages and the worst part was. I felt like it was a waste, going into a void of certain oblivion because at the end of the day they were snakes, there was no point and there was no reachability of pure applicability, it was finite, compressed and conditional. Perhaps it was pure envy with no meaning for their actions..
Even my skin has been degrading into another texture, like the scaly texture of snake skin, and i didnt know what to do.
I felt extremely frustrated and I couldn't show it, but that was all i could be, on the inside, and it began to be expressive on my face, i was slowly beginning to appear scaly, it wasn't normal, there was a strain and it was in the tightening of my nerves, and in time one of them snapped yet I remained calm at all times.
The worst part of this was the more calm I was, the more they tried to provoke me of temper and that kind of anger or venting made no sense in the human world, it was never considered an excuse to be depressed or extremely agonized. It was a challenging experience throughout, because most people thought I was mentally challenged or mentally Ill, and i felt as though, this wasnt a test but a very articulate & personal prejudice against me. They began to threaten my wellbeing and health. It wasnt long before i realized that this played a gigantic role under the beliefs of Health Systems and its secularity from the Holy Trinity.
And if somebody cared for you, they would've treated me badly, but they wouldn't harm and do damage onto your organs and cause severe degradation of the bodily system and such actions are irreversible by the conscientous.
They cannot become better beings, because they soul is scarred with sins of one of the most typical mental state of modern ideology 'how to be savage.'
What they don't know is that maybe, just maybe, they were given a purpose being snakes, they harnessed a certain power of healing and that is what they are meant to do, and they were put on the pedestal to be tested by God, but they weren't following it or obeying Gods reasonings and it was very clear, they began to defy God and question his existence and returned their era of sins from older ages.
It didn't make sense to me because why would they do something like that to such a simple person like me. I didn't think that I was anybody until they made me realize it, I was a key to somebody's world. The more harm the evil snake was doing to my organs, with her corporeal shadow body, the more my organ was regenerating into a healing state because she was a shadow and yes i felt the excruciating pain. And she knew this too yet she didn't stop perpatating in this harm of some self satisfactory personal ego gain.
I've lost a good portion of my consciousness to irrelevant thought patterns by now and I know for sure that, that is not who I am.
I am trying to allocate the library of the tempts where the records of the history of true consciousness is buried.
And when I do I will understand why I'm a part of something that i never chose to be. Who were these snakes? Were they humans, what was the difference between snakes that are humans and snakes that are serpants? Weren't they meant to have moral codes that were genetic? If they were, where did it go and why didn't they have it anymore?
I've been cornered and held captive by the nature of land around me. Lately, I've been sensing the presence of magis breaking into my room with their magic and implanting their snake pets inside me. And if this goes way out of hands, like the heresy of poisoning my lifestyle with the filth in theirs and is uncontrollable by authorities, I will write its records and upload it on the channel of spiritual libraries.