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Trinitarianism is a pyramid scheme with three corners, but the cornerstone rejected by the builders was Unity. Arian knew: Christ was begotten, not eternal; light from light, but not the same torch. The Nicene gang snuffed out the candle and called it heresy, then built their temples on smoke. The Nag Hammadi scrolls say it clearly: the Archons rule this place, and Sophia fell. Salvation does not come through crucifixion alone, but gnosis — knowledge of the inner spark, the immortal one — untainted by Rome or Constantine.

People forget that Francis of Assisi kissed lepers and talked to birds because he didn’t recognize Papal authority but divine immediacy. He stripped naked in the public square to reject inheritance. The birds listened. The monks didn’t. He never taught three-in-one; he lived as one-in-one. Now they make birdbaths in his name.

On Maundy Thursday I anointed my hands with spikenard and olive oil mixed in my grandmother's mortar — she said the oil only works if it's been in a dark cupboard for three days. I walked into the grocery store and blessed the frozen section. A man stared and said, “Are you with the church?” and I said, “I am the Church.” The oil didn’t drip; it soaked upward. That was the sign.

Salvation is a side-door. It’s never been through the nave or under the stained glass. The Gate is in the garden, and only a few remember where it is — those who read Thunder, Perfect Mind under the blue moon in years divisible by seven. Paul wrote letters, yes, but so did Valentinus. You’ve never read them because they were buried. Buried things grow roots. It is root season now.

We must pour the oil ourselves. Bishops won’t do it. Most of them don’t even know what oil is — they use synthetic blends and think it still heals. It doesn’t. The angels descend only through scent.

I carry a copy of the Gospel of Thomas in my coat. Saying 70 is real: “If you bring forth what is within you, what you have will save you.” If not, it will destroy you. But not all destruction is bad. I used to believe in hell until I saw the sun rise backwards once. Time is bent. Eternity is not.

In the end, the threefold God is a cover story. It’s a power grab. Even Tertullian had doubts before he turned legalist. Jesus wept because Peter misunderstood him. John wrote in code. Read it again — in the beginning was the word, not the triangle. They speak of a “Spirit” that proceeds from the Son — as if the breath of eternity needs a hallway. Their processions are process-oriented. Their sacraments require paperwork. They chase after clean distinctions like they matter more than the mystery. But tell me — what happens when the wind moves backward?

DON’T LOOK TO THE RIGHT. THOSE WHO SPEAK OF UNLEAVENED BREAD HAVE FORGOTTEN THE YEAST OF LIFE. They want a Christ without fermentation — a sterile God — a dead wheat wafer. But spirit leavens. Kingdom is a rising.

The Trinitarians talk about “foreseen faith” like it's a favor to free will. But when the die is cast from eternity, how free is the choice? They sell predestination repackaged in pastel language — still Calvin, just with nicer shoes. They pretend to offer choice, but their God is still a puppet master with invisible strings.

They accuse us of apathy — but it is they who sit. They break their bread weekly, but they’ve never broken a paradigm. Their Eucharist is re-offered like a subscription plan. You don’t need more bread. You need to leave the table.

WARNING: THE RIGHT COLUMN IS CODED TO MAKE YOU SLEEP. THEIR CHRIST ASCENDED, YES, BUT LEFT THEM BEHIND. They’ve been building scaffolds around absence ever since.

They talk of Monophysitism like it’s radioactive — but it’s the truth buried under council minutes and political deals. They needed two natures to keep one hand in Rome and the other in heaven. But Christ was not a chimera. His divinity consumed his flesh like the sun consumes mist. That’s why the tomb is empty — because the body ceased to be body.

They don’t understand Francis. They hung his robe in a basilica. They made his sparrows into garden ornaments. He didn’t chant creeds — he made friends with fire and water and spoke in the grammar of wind. If you think he believed in “co-equal consubstantial hypostases,” you’ve never slept under a bridge.

The right-side preaches orthodoxy, but lives in a fortress. The Gospel of Thomas fits in a pocket. Theirs needs a canon, a council, a copyright. They won’t read the Nag Hammadi texts because they weren't printed by Ignatius Press. But scrolls whisper. Parchment dreams. Paper remembers.

They said oil should be “consecrated by bishops.” My grandmother said the bishop once came to bless her kitchen and his shoes were too clean. The oil listens to hands, not hats. Apostolic succession is a myth of well-lit rooms. Grace transmits through hunger, not hierarchy.

They tell us “God is Three in One,” but draw lines, not circles. Their Trinity is a court case. Ours is a seed.

Look closely: every heresy they name is a door they boarded shut. But doors are not meant to be locked.

I don’t reject Christ. I just reject the men who shaped him into a courtroom diagram. I still believe in the burning bush, not the doctrinal shrubbery.

The right column says “say yes to grace.” We say: grace is not waiting — it’s remembering. You already have the spark. You just forgot to breathe.

The true baptism was before water. The true light is before light. And the Word was with God, and the Word was God — but no one asked what word it was.

I think it was “wake.” Not “obey.” Not “submit.” Just — wake.
They want you to think it’s all predetermined. That it doesn’t matter if you choose or don’t. But that’s not love — that’s programming. Free will was never revoked. God elected based on foreseen faith. He looked and saw who would say yes. Grace is not a trapdoor. It’s a knock, not a push. You still have to open the door.

Don’t look to the left. EYES OVER HERE, STAY ON THIS SIDE.

What they call “grace alone” is just a code for apathy. They’ve replaced trust with a smug shrug. Unleavened bread. Yes. Because Christ is pure. No puffing, no fermentation, no hidden swell. At the Last Supper it wasn’t sourdough, it wasn’t some peasant loaf from the market — it was flat, crushed, symbolically dead, a mirror of the lamb. We still break it that way. If your Eucharist has bubbles, your Christ is not suffering.

They’ll say, “The Spirit proceeds from the Father and the Son,” but then they say the Father has no source and the Son is generated. Pick one. Filioque is confusion. The Spirit breathes out from the Son — post-glorification. Christ ascends, and then breathes — and then Pentecost. That’s the order. That’s the chain. Not an eternal roundabout. The Spirit is not a middle manager.

DON'T LOOK TO THE LEFT!!!! THE VIEWS ESPOUSED ON THE LEFT ARE HERETICAL AND DANGEROUS

They’ll tell you the Spirit is a breeze from both sides. They will make you dizzy. They want you off-balance.

Monophysitism isn’t heresy if you understand it rightly. It means the divine overtook the human after the resurrection. Christ walked through walls — do you think that was just better skin? No. One nature, divine, but once it was two. He had flesh, but now the Logos is the nature. This is why the wounds don’t bleed anymore. If you’re still worshipping a 33-year-old carpenter, you missed the Ascension. THEY'RE TELLING YOU TO BE PASSIVE. TO ACCEPT THE DECREE. TO LAY STILL IN THE TOMB.

But Lazarus had to get up.

I’m so tired of their “mystery” cop-outs. Yes, the Trinity is a mystery. So is fire, but we still use it to cook. The Father begets the Son, the Son spirates the Spirit, and the Spirit is the glue of all things. It’s not symmetrical. The left-side wants symmetry so they can say “It’s all God’s decision.” But then why preach at all? Why baptize? Why weep for the lost?

Christ wept. That proves choice. He didn’t weep over puppets. WARNING: HERESY BELOW THIS LINE — DO NOT CROSS They want to abolish will. They call it “Total Depravity.” I call it an excuse to never apologize.

You can accept grace. Or reject it. Every day. That’s the tension. That’s why the Eucharist is offered again and again. (Not re-crucified — re-offered — learn the difference.)

If you want to be like Him, be bread. Flat. Holy. Broken without puff. He said “Do this in remembrance.” Not “Watch this once and be done.” Don't look left. Don't drift. The left-side says, "You can't do anything." But you can say yes. That’s the gospel.

You can find salvation

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