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Fatally Pathetic
Fatally Pathetic: The Story of an Ill-fated Conception: The Journey to Redemption: A Biography
By Herbert Hilliard
Biography Novels. Herbert’s life is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity. Struggling with addiction and HIV, his journey was marked by self-doubt and destructive patterns that threatened to consume him. Yet, his story is not merely one of hardship—it is also one of hope, determination, and transformation.
Ewuare the Sea Khabir
Ewuare the Sea Khabir
By Herbert Hilliard
Imagine a pristine island, untouched for over a million years. Here, the essence of humanity flourishes in harmony with nature’s raw beauty. This is the world of Ewuare the Sea Khabir. It is a realm where the storyteller’s voice transcends time. It weaves tales of individuals who defy the common narratives of their era.
Through the storyteller’s lens, we witness lives that stand apart. These are people whose exceptional qualities rise above the flaws and disturbances of their society. These stories remind us of the boundless potential within each person. This is despite being mortal, temperamental, and sometimes insensitive.
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A brief essay by Herbert L. Hilliard criticizes those who have been influenced by two centuries of indoctrination for their lack of critical thinking and self-improvement. The article exhorts them to engage in intellectual ingenuity and innovation instead of harming and killing each other.
Freed from the Clutches of Fantasy
by Herbert L Hilliard
Freed from the clutches of fantasy, dreaming, and superstitions I can now appreciate my oneness and uniqueness within the cosmos. I am in harmony with all universal frequencies which is the nucleus of existence. Lights and reflections have absorbed me into its frequencies of sounds, and colors, and truths. Here, I can accept knowledge on its terms. I do this without superimposing my assumptions into them.
I freed myself from the coils of cultural stagnation. I became willing to question what people have taught me. These are people who want me to see and experience the universe through their lenses. I have left behind the willful blind and the willful foolish. They want to cradle me into their narrow graves with them.
It is difficult to obtain freedom within a world built on lies. Obtaining true knowledge is becoming increasingly difficult. What is true knowledge? Will I accept what the evidence tells me? Or will I choose knowledge based on a preconceived opinion instilled in me from childhood?
I know that there is a biological difference between a male and a female. I am aware that those are two unique and separate entities within the universal frequencies of existence. This is true regardless of what the misguided are trying to tell me.
Freed from the horde who are eagerly rushing towards their slaughter. They are doing all that they can to bring it about as quickly as possible. I am one with life and I am one with death. I understand that the planet Earth has always undergone climate change. It will continue to do so as long as it exists.
The buffoon says that I am because of what I have. Crafty subliminal imagery is perpetrated by those who hold themselves aloft from the thoughtless horde. They hate everyone and everything. These actions are misleading the wise.
The works of the destroyers of minds are clandestine. Their mechanisms and machinery are well in place before a potential horde member is conceived. These mechanisms are found in the foods that we eat. They are in the liquids that we drink and in the air that we breathe. They are also in all the frequencies that constantly bombard our bodies. These frequencies are infused with think suppressant codes.
The back yard is overgrown and unkempt while the front yard is an Immaculate conception of attention and care. Why is not the back yard as flawless as the front yard? Who knows and who cares, that is not the point.
The point is consistency in housekeeping. It depends on where you draw the fault lines of good housekeeping practices. Clone work and distinctive construction also matter. I imagine that the front yard is an Immaculate conception seeded from on high. I imagine the back yard to be a heavenly rebellion cast down on my property. Consider the evidence of what you have seen and understood. Which housekeeping possibility is most to be true?
Being free grants me the luxury to analyze the above scenarios. I can do this without the dense cloud of indoctrination interfering with my quest for knowledge. My quest for knowledge reveals that the front yard carries more self-esteem for the homeowner. It carries more than the backyard. This is straightforward. A male can’t produce an egg. It must have an egg produced by a female implanted into it.
Freed from the clutches of a whitewashed view of the world, I can soar into a multi-universe of consciousness. Even its chaos has rules, structure, and purpose. The conventions of the recently mutated are trying to turn the fundamental into the inconsequential. They try to make an absolute into something trivial.
I am free to know that lie shouts louder when exposed. The lie is unwilling to fall away gracefully. This is true. That is, if you can call all the harm, ignorance, and death that the lie has caused a graceful surrender.
The rapture is happening right before our eyes. It is a rapture of the mind into a higher elevation of thinking. It is not religious nonsense. Many people are looking and hoping for this. They are even working for it by supporting a certain people who are nothing more than identity thieves.
With freedom comes discipline and self-control. You must recognize nonsense when it hits you in the ears. Avoid becoming full of yourself. That is what the whitewashed sepulcher does. They think themselves to be the ultimate definition and source of knowledge.
Freed from the clutches of fantasy, dreaming, and superstitions, I can now take a realistic look at myself. As I discover myself, I find allot of things about myself that I don’t like. That’s OK because I have the freedom to work to change them for the better.
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