Rachel's Problematic Worldview Issue

Rachel sees souls as not human. She doesn't understand the drive for sex but understands drugs lead to less Earth Plane associated depression, a problem that gets worse with age. Rachel forgets all the rules of physics and sees space as either filled or empty. In reality though it doesn't exist because we are all part of God's computer program. This leads to depression though, that space is either empty or filled because it makes strip malls with chain stores look like gigantic boogers on the sidewalk or have some similar wonky effect I thought I wasn't supposed to share with others due to Earth Plane Pride.

Lebirdikus: A Sacred Text

And no man shoud take a woman and sleep with her without her permission, by penalty of death.

No woman should take a man without his permission, upon penalty of psychological evaluation.

No women should wear makeup on the streets, or in public, upon penalty of fine.

All drug smugglers shall be put to death.

Women should be forced to consider adoption upon learning she is pregnant. Abortion should be used if the woman is not healthy enough to carry a baby to term or in instance of rape/incest.

Cannabis should be used as a tool in all mental institutions/hospital settings, for whatever reason UNTIL deemed unhelpful, on an individual basis.

Child molesters are put to death, no exceptions.

No one should be forced into treatment without his/her permission.

Dr. Ulrich > Dr. Moses Ijaz "HOW THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN? It happened, okay. That guy gives me the creeps."

God's Mark: A History of Flesh

When God first conceived of the world in his imagination, it took but a few hours to intertwine his inner masterpiece with a set in stone formula to set off a chain reaction to create His New Dystopian Universe.

"Which ones will obey you?" The devil asked, coming from some point in the process.

"I do not know for sure."

"Do you like some better than others?" the devil asked.

"To a certain extent."

But nevermind the righteous, what happens to the wicked?

"They all go to heaven."

"What if they don't accept Jesus Christ?"

"If Rachel coming from an atheist family can be convinced that Jesus Christ rose from the dead 2000 years roughly after it happened, I have hope for all souls."

The devil cringed at her name spoken aloud. Then he left.

Rachel appeared on a log with a broken foot. "Is he gone?"

"Yes, but he shall return."

"I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS GOD!!! DON'T MAKE ME!!!"

"Now darling, ignorance is bliss. When you finally figure out you were maimed cognitively by the lord, the hard part will be over."

"AND MATTHEW TOO!!! YOU MAKE A FOOL OF YOUR FAVORITES!!"

"Now, are you and Matthew of one flesh?"

Rachel looked at God and sighed. "No, but..."

"Something's slightly askew in your mind if you don't think you have to humble yourself and truly embrace the principle of sacrifice for service. End. Of. Discussion."

Which was a reference to Pastor Kurt on the spiritual plane saying you would trust an authority if you needed to believe a story to get into heaven, end. of. discussion.

What else? This story will be completed later, but for now I will point out that I wear the biggest grin on my face most of the time but inside I am in tatters and want this life to end so that I can get some sort of relief from something broken inside me, which I trust there is soul work for.

To be continued...

Well Played, Donald Trump

Are you happy? I read your picture, and can plainly see the answer is no. You actually envy me sometimes. I understand why, I mean, I am famous in heaven. But you are not fit to be president again. Will being a two-term president make you happy?

If you think I really want to give you a BJ, guess again. That was something I said when I was under a powerful love spell. You are not a worthless spirit like the devil, and I say show it, stand up to the devil. He influences you, you know. Last night, I had to take the mattress from my room in the hospital to a different room, just to sleep away from the devil, hoping my spirit guides would get rid of him.

You are smart enough to put two and two together. You proved the existence of witchcraft, yes. You may have beaten me, but you will not beat the Son of Man when he comes down from heaven. Get ready to have your arse wipped.

He will outdo you. And you will go down in history as the antichrist. Be great, and be original.

Are you really evil? That's what I want to know. I don't think so, and that's because I think the highest of you.

And now that the spell is gone, I wouldn't suck on old man's cock in a million years, or unless there was a particularly powerful spell over me. However, I would if... (Okay Rachel, enough -Spirit Guides).

Anal Sex: A Precautionary Dream

Let's go back to me at the tender age of 11 or 12. We were in gym class one day, and I was partially brain dead because of the social predicament, which caused me to take a deep interest in my dreams since there wasn't much drama or excitement in day to day life. In gym class one day I randomly remembered I dream I had had the night before, in a stage of REM sleep where you wouldn't normally remember your dreams upon waking. I remembered a terrifying dream I had had, where there were teenagers, playing some sort of game, and when you lost the punishment was you had to cut a muscle off from your neck with a guillitine-like device. The teenagers laughed and said no worries, we are not wimpy babies who care about that. The muscle on the neck was attractive.

Eventually, when I got to the right age in my spiritual training with my spirit guides, they told me the dream wasn't actually about peer pressure to use drugs which is what I originally thought. It was about anal sex. I should never have anal sex, I wouldn't enjoy it, and it would cause destruction to the anus to make pooping uncomfortable, something people don't talk out loud about. For me personally, it would make pooping in altered states with the spirit world looking at my thoughts impossible.

Jim or Jim? Dumb Jim, Smart Jim

Jim Besemer is a smart Jim. The other Jim, who works at Pearl House, is dumb. You have Weak Subbie Syndrome and you say things like "You love Febreeze!" because you care so much about how my parents took Fish Out of Water Psychology. And if you can't eat fish, ha ha dumb. I will poke you and prod you and tickle you if you can't eat fish because of Fish Out of Water Psychology. That's a tangent. The other dumb thing was asking me if I cared about a brand name cereal. In retrospect, I thought nothing of it at the time, it was just to point out "even though I respect people who don't care about brand name clothing, I don't respect you personally Rachel." I don't know what you do in your free time Jim, sorry if that's all you got.

Rachel and Food: A Guide

Actually, I am completely absent of "eating disorders." Which means I use food as fuel. TBH, there is sometimes a rat pounding on a lever for cocaine effect to the food thing.

Also, they told me just now Rachel you are the fat-shaming scapegoat. I was taken aback, and I did not laugh. But they told me at one point, it leads to the "bundled butt" psychological effect in others, an emotional or psychological situation I was not sure if they were capable of creating on this plane.

Actually, I like direct dopamine to the brain. Food, while I like to think it is enjoyable most of the time, obviously to me does not actually activate dopamine in the same way as it used to.

And, at some point I stopped going out to eat entirely. I might eat at a restaurant again, and I might go to the gym again. Or I will eat at Subway. But I don't like restaurant food. And the oil is gross. But I'm not hungry right now, I have nicotine gum.

The trouble with the system is this: hunger and specifically appetite will increase when ghrelin/leptin loses its precise balance, which is when I stop eating dinner or something like that.

That's why I say to anorexics, you are dumb.

"End Quote."

Yes.

The Grand Ole Amazing Calculator, And the Origins of Life

In the beginning, there was a calculator. Only a calculator. It contained two variables. Space, and souls. Both equalled zero! Being meaningless at zero, the two variabled decided to divide by each other. The answer was undefined, "well, you can't divide by zero, so... Undefined could equal the Big Bang. And everything happened!"

What happened next? Does the calculator keep on calculating? Why does it divide them? Why not use multiplication?

Well children, the "divide" function is used to ration out goods across a predetermined surface. If Molly had 3 friends and 8 sodas, she would ration the sodas by dividing 8 by 3.

So, this is about rations, or some might call it rationalizations. When we rationalize, we try to make sense of the world around us and use logical thinking...

Why divide? There is a need for something to exist rather than nothing. That's why. However....

I have to think and revisit this topic later. Hmm? Where should I go next with my sarcasm?

Thank you preacher on the Christian network for exposing this funny atheist theory.

Public Urination: This Neat Trick Makes it EASY!

One time, I was on the bus and I stood up. That's what happened.

Wait, public urination is illegal?

I urinate in public all the time so I'm not law-abiding. What a stupid law.

Another law I don't trust is open containers in public.

And, who cares about KFC?

I pissed in your dumpter area. Right outside the dumpstur. It was easy to find the neural pathway.

Due to public urination exercise A.

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Tanner: A Name That Means Dumb

If your name is Tanner, it probably is by defintion dumb. Do you think I ever tan? No I don't, I worry about age. I have sat in the sun before, and used a tanning bed once in my life because my spirit guides said I needed UV rays. I enjoyed the experience, I don't know if it changed the color or not noticeably.

Tanner. A dumb name for a person.

-Rachel L. Zuhl

The Hamas Ping: Further Reading on Situation

I was subjected to this ad on my Christian network, celebrating the silence of Rachel Zuhl on Facebook with the words "Jes-us. He gets 'Us'."

Ha ha ha ha ha.

I take it in stride, but you know what? I keep sane by posting online. You are all looking at it with your own free will. You don't have do that, you know.

No one told me I was a celebrity.

And, on a Lake Oswego Tangent, Kristen thought Lake Oswego meant "Lake Us, we go."