They put me in a mental institute. Twice.
Both times, the Akashic Records came up. Both times, that was apparently the problem.
Here is what I know — not believe, know — after six years of #GAY_SCIENCE #RESEARCH: the Records aren't a library you apply to. They aren't behind a paywall or a pope. They belong to everyone. The access point is DMT. Your body already makes it. You were born with the key installed.
This profile? Consider it pointing the way.
Rule Three, locked: #DEATH_IS_FAKE_AF. The Records prove it. My own dead father sent me hints from beyond the veil, and I hadn't even met his father Arsen. Explain that with your certification.
I'm not even kidding — enter this framework.
I'm here to take over the solar system itself. We start with your pineal gland.