Belated merry Christmas to all my frens
As the title of this post says, there is a message in here somewhere. I’m not going to tell you what it is. If you need me to tell you, it’s because you don’t want to see it.
Before anyone attacks me for posting this, there are no personally identifying characteristics and this post is not an attempt to insult someone. If I do end up receiving a request to take this post down, I will, but it’s all publicly posted by an anonymous account and worth studying. Please be respectful and compassionate in all your actions. Disrespectful comments will be removed.
Six months ago: “My father’s OCD keeps getting worse.”
Six months ago, on the wonderfully named subreddit /r/growyourtdick: “Is it hard for me to get my surgically created pseudopenis erect because I take antidepressants?”
Also seven months ago: “Hey I’m going to kill myself tomorrow by jumping in front of a train. All my previous attempts were half-assed, but this time I’ll do it properly.”
Eight months ago: “sometimes I think about Jesus without a conscious desire to. When it happens, I’m filled with a feeling of unconditional love, warmth, and acceptance. In my mind, it appears as a yellow and orange color. I’ve made a couple of attempts at beginning to return to Christianity, but the last time I tried, my therapist (who is a Christian himself) has told me that he feels like I was forcing myself into a box that I don’t believe in and that’s ultimately hurting me.”
Someone told me that Christianity is about love. It follows that in a world devoid of love there’s not a lot of room left for Christ either. This is my unconventional Christmas message for you. I solemnly believe that all of you have the ability to be instruments that manifest God’s infinite love here on Earth and that God is trying to reach out to you through the Psilocybe mushrooms that inhabit our soils.