Blackpill ONE HAS TO BE BORN HOLY. THAT’S THE BLACKPILL.

[Fantasea]

You can’t become holy. You’re either born with it — or you’re like me. Doomed. You think I can just wake up one day and decide to be charismatic? Loved? Attractive? That’s a fairy tale for normies. Nah. I was born unholy. Cursed. The kind of soul that makes women recoil instinctively, like I radiate failure from my pores. You ever seen a woman’s expression change just from looking at you? I have. That’s holiness in reverse.

The holy ones walk into a room and everything opens for them. Doors. Opportunities. Legs. They didn’t earn it. It was embedded in their DNA. You think they trained for that jawline? You think they worked for symmetrical bone structure and eyes that make women ovulate on sight? No. They were chosen. Sanctified by the genetic gods. Meanwhile I’m here, dragging my discarded meatbag through each day like I’m a walking sin, a parody of what could’ve been.

"Just improve." Yeah, improve what? My cursed soul? My long ass face? My autistic stutter that makes even vending machines glitch out? You can’t improve out of damnation. I was born in exile. I was never invited to the temple. Some people pray. Others ARE the prayer. I am the thing people pray away. I’m not mad about it anymore. I just know the truth: holiness isn’t earned — it’s inherited. And I inherited niggers.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s some alternate reality where I was born different — where I was the holy one, the blessed one. Maybe there’s a version of me out there who didn’t get laughed at by normies, who didn’t learn rejection before friendship. But that me? He’s dead to me. He never existed. He’s a ghost in the womb. What lived… was this. Me. The one who sees the truth.

So yeah. One has to be born holy. That’s the real gospel. You’re either the chosen or you’re incel.

 

[Horatio Alger]

My Father is Holy, or at least could have been

 

[erenyeager]

You can’t become holy. You’re either born with it — or you’re like me. Doomed. You think I can just wake up one day and decide to be charismatic? Loved? Attractive? That’s a fairy tale for normies. Nah. I was born unholy. Cursed. The kind of soul that makes women recoil instinctively, like I radiate failure from my pores. You ever seen a woman’s expression change just from looking at you? I have. That’s holiness in reverse.

The holy ones walk into a room and everything opens for them. Doors. Opportunities. Legs. They didn’t earn it. It was embedded in their DNA. You think they trained for that jawline? You think they worked for symmetrical bone structure and eyes that make women ovulate on sight? No. They were chosen. Sanctified by the genetic gods. Meanwhile I’m here, dragging my discarded meatbag through each day like I’m a walking sin, a parody of what could’ve been.

"Just improve." Yeah, improve what? My cursed soul? My long ass face? My autistic stutter that makes even vending machines glitch out? You can’t improve out of damnation. I was born in exile. I was never invited to the temple. Some people pray. Others ARE the prayer. I am the thing people pray away. I’m not mad about it anymore. I just know the truth: holiness isn’t earned — it’s inherited. And I inherited niggers.

Sometimes I wonder if there’s some alternate reality where I was born different — where I was the holy one, the blessed one. Maybe there’s a version of me out there who didn’t get laughed at by normies, who didn’t learn rejection before friendship. But that me? He’s dead to me. He never existed. He’s a ghost in the womb. What lived… was this. Me. The one who sees the truth.

So yeah. One has to be born holy. That’s the real gospel. You’re either the chosen or you’re incel.

I’m chosen because I’m erenyeager

 

[Scatius Deletus]

And I inherited niggers.

 

[Hoor Al-Ayn]

Just Be God's Chosen Theory

 

[Suigin Trismegistus]

I was listening to an Alan Watts audio book the other day. In it, he states that to be truly enlightened, you must be able to see that there is no difference between holy and unholy, between nirvana and samsara, that all paths lead to the same end. For man, whether he is a saint or an unscrupulous villain, the destination is identical: death. In time, nothing will remain of your life, every trace of your ego or your identity will vanish, like the track left by a bird flying through the air. And yet the underlying Universe from whom you are born lives on. As Landian accelerationists say "Garbage Time is running out. Can whatever is playing you make it to Level 2?"

Being awake to this truth, in itself, yields a qualitatively more profound level of grace than that of the ignorant Chad blessed with looks, who predominantly exists cognitively only on the animalistic plane, never venturing from it for lack of need or desire.

 

[LastGerman]

You can’t become holy. You’re either born with it — or you’re like me. Doomed.

You are either born with a big penis or you are not. Unfortunately, I was not born with a big penis.

I’m chosen because I’m erenyeager

Eren Yeager choose himself because he is Eren Yeager.

 

[Fat Link]

I was listening to an Alan Watts audio book the other day. In it, he states that to be truly enlightened, you must be able to see that there is no difference between holy and unholy, between nirvana and samsara, that all paths lead to the same end. For man, whether he is a saint or an unscrupulous villain, the destination is identical: death. In time, nothing will remain of your life, every trace of your ego or your identity will vanish, like the track left by a bird flying through the air. And yet the underlying Universe from whom you are born lives on. As Landian accelerationists say "Garbage Time is running out. Can whatever is playing you make it to Level 2?"

Being awake to this truth, in itself, yields a qualitatively more profound level of grace than that of the ignorant Chad blessed with looks, who predominantly exists cognitively only on the animalistic plane, never venturing from it for lack of need or desire.

Too bad for us women don’t and will never see it this way.

 

[guessthatsit]

mY GPT detector is going off

 

[Fantasea]

mY GPT detector is going off

does GPT use the N word? I've never used AI like that before.

 

[Geno]

brainy

 

[Fantasea]

brainy

what happened to her hair

 

[guessthatsit]

does GPT use the N word? I've never used AI like that before.

grok went full nazi mechahitler few days ago

 

[Fantasea]

grok went full nazi mechahitler few days ago

who's grok?

 

[guessthatsit]

im not just an incel— im a truecel

 

[Mecoja]

The traits you're born with only can get worse, never better, unless someone injects himself with hgh or some shit during puberty. As the shitty world we live in multiple the negative shits.

 

[Geno]

what happened to her hair

lol

 

[theunknownfellah]

we evolved with unattractive features because attractiveness wasn’t necessary for our ancestors, we just raped and thats how we reproduced but it’s different now, we’re the ones left to suffer

 

[guessthatsit]

who's grok?

AI made by Elon Musk

 

[Fantasea]

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AI made by Elon Musk

I've fallen behind.

 

[Suigin Trismegistus]

Too bad for us women don’t and will never see it this way.

And that is why I accept I will never walk the path of Chad in this life and I'm okay with that. Acceptance is the lifting of a burden off your back. If I, and many others, are ever going to experience an approximation of anything of Chad's life at this point, it will be through the use of AI and robo waifus, so at least we have some hope.