Was Having Trouble Loading Facebook, And On The Movie Warm Bodies

The Facebook page I use isn’t loading. Guess that’s a possible occurrence when the world is ending and you’re saying stuff that reaches the masses, letting them know to wake up and be human and not zombies following the status quo. Anyway, I was going to post this (below) there, so thought I’d pause and post it here, rather than move on after being rejecting, i.e. not being able to load the page.

I do feel the need to make a stink over the lost access to the page. I don’t think there’s a reason to handle problems by leaving people in the dark. If they’re undecided on whether to freeze the account, leave it be until you decide. If they’re freezing it, then they should somehow let me know. I think most people “in charge” here are just dumb as fuck. How else would this world be so fucked up and rules be so fucked up in favor of kissing the asses of entities that would rather see humans suffering and as walking dead? Facebook people, Twitter people, they are dumb as fuck, yo. [Update: Now the page is working, so, but duh, why wasn’t it before?]

Anyway, here’s what I was gonna post:

“Just watched Warm Bodies online. It was okay. I think it’s symbolic of this world, though, how people can be kind of walking dead and how true love can make them come alive again. Hmmm, maybe this relates to me learning to not look down on Br*d. There were some moments when I had to awaken from my conditioned mind. Very interesting since at the time I had no idea that that’s what I was doing. Guess that’s how real-life stories go.”



The Battle For Humanity
September 10, 2014, 6:56 pm
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I thought it was worth saying that if there was a battle (as I mentioned briefly in the previous post on races beyond black and white) and the only real people were some blacks and whites who were for (not against) humanity and only those people in the U.S., it would seem there would be not very many people left to fight on humanity’s side in a world war, but I imagine we would have some unexpected “support.” The weather would be one. Animals would be one. Oh, and then there would be those REAL people who would raise from the dead. Sounds like we’d be covered. Or at least I hope…


The Other Races Beyond Black And White

Most of the stuff I write is heavily based on how I feel about people, places, things. I don’t like to travel, that means something to me, like that the United States is the only real country here, the only place with real people who are not decoys. I don’t like transgender people or people trying to look like women when they are men, so I believe these are either not real people or they are somehow representative of another species from another planet, a species of people who are here to attack earth and undo people by encouraging them to reject themselves, like transgender people reject themselves as man or woman. I like gay people who are confident, I have had two (and a half) gay crushes and I read a book about a gay love affair that I so thoroughly enjoyed, so I believe gay people are real and have belong in God’s world.

Now, what I came to write about: I don’t feel much affinity for the other races other than black and white. I just feel like people of races other than black and white are confusing (Asian, Middle Eastern, Latino, Indian, etc.). I feel like I don’t know why they are here. I think they are here to intentionally mislead black and white people about why they are here and the reason black people and white people are here is to overcome the belief that the human condition, ways, beliefs, etc. can be categorized as good or bad, black or white.

When I say “black” or “white,” I mean that I believe, for example, that all people, not just black people, have it in them to be murderous when the situation arises. Some times are right times to kill. Some times are wrong times to kill, but that right and wrong is NOT something you will find in a book or even in a set situation, such as “premeditated” or not.

To do things out of obligation, for example, I have said is wrong. But that is not set. I sometimes find it arousing to think of sex as an obligation to satisfy a mate’s needs, I’m thinking of my future with my soul mate, of course. It’s appealing to see this as a “need” that I would satisfy, happily, enthusiastically. The thing that would possibly (and probably) make it wrong would be fulfilling such an obligation with an ulterior motive in mind, like fulfilling the obligation because you want to keep a husband or because you want to have a baby, but having disgust for the person and the act of having sex with this person. It would be hurting yourself as a way to gain a thing, an object. It would be self-sacrifice.

I have seen in movies before and know of people who have had sex with a spouse they despise and found the person and the act disgusting, but went through with it to conceive a child and thought of themselves as right in this. Sorry, but that is disgusting and it’s robbery of the true worth of yourself and the other person who is a despised, worthless object in this act. This is Satanic, self-sacrificial sex. And the product of such sex is an unholy product, a spawn of Satan.

A possible way to see if a thing is insane or misleading (i.e. causing the insanity of others, as this world often does) is to look in a person’s heart. Does the person know what he is doing, is he intentionally hurting others? Does the person have hate in his heart for himself, but is taking it out on others? Does the person feel he has no other choice but to do a thing? All these things show the right or wrong of an act is hard to determine, not set in stone. Having appreciation or love for yourself or respect in your heart for humans in some form, however, would mostly likely exonerate you in whatever your actions are in real reality, which is not presently here in devil whirl, at least not in mainstream attitudes, customs.

Anyway, back to the other races… I often see black men with Latino women and I think a lot of times: He just wants a white woman but is ashamed to date one. Or I see a white man with Asian women a lot of times and I think: He just wants a black woman but he is ashamed or afraid he can’t get one. This is pretty much my point about why the other races are here: They are here to keep blacks and whites from coming together.

So, yeah, I feel kinda fucked up about thinking these people will someday be done away with. I go out and see Latino people or Middle Eastern people and they seem nice or kind, or just some other regular people living life, spending time with their families, etc. I’m sorry but I don’t think they’re gonna last past the end of the “whirl,” devil whirl. (UPDATE: A voice just said that these non-black and non-white people will choose the side of Satan in a battle between those who choose to be against humanity and those who choose to be with, i.e. accept humanity.)

Anyway, I believe these people are irrelevant, a spare tire that does not need to be used. Basically all the other races (Latino, Asian, Middle Eastern, etc.) are like the same as whites.

They are all more socially acceptable career-wise (tend to have the “American” work ethic, unlike blacks), they tend to be less “violent” and otherwise more “appropriate,” and they all have straight hair. African Americans’ hair is almost always viewed in an unfavorable light. Another curious/strange thing is why some black people (like the Aboriginal Australians and Egyptians) have straight hair. They originate from climates where they need their scalp protected supposedly, just like Africans.

I believe the reason why is that evolution is a lie. Their hair color reflects that they, just like whites, chose somehow to hide themselves. They are here as deflectors, deceivers about their true nature. A voice told me that these other races came here specifically because they chose to deceive, they had a choice and that was what they decided. “They thought it would be funny,” a voice told me once, funny to be “better than black people.” That’s basically what they are here.

Anyway, looking at the “interracial relationships” I mentioned above, like between white men and darkskinned Middle Eastern women, you can tell that this decision is a COP OUT. Someone desires something different and they take the “safe” way out other than being brave enough to go after that “forbidden fruit.” I saw a Middle Eastern dentistry student whom I knew from her working out at the gym where I worked out at a fancy grocery store with a white man and what appeared to be his white mother once.

I said hello to her when I recognized her and she ignored me. These people don’t like black people. They are snobby, they are rude oftentimes. You are not helping racism when you marry a Middle Eastern woman who hates black people. She cannot love you. She hates humanity. True racists (who are only the CLOSETED TYPE, not open like Donald Sterling) cannot love another human being. Stop being fake. Stop pursuing fake love with people who hate black people.

When they hate black people they hate the true nature of human beings, which is not wanting to work pointless jobs, wanting to express oneself freely, including violently when it is what is what’s in his heart. Don’t take the “safe” route of marrying a white person in “ethnic” clothing, disguised as Asians, Middle Easterner’s, etc.

These are entities that rejected being rowdy or “naughty” or accepting the natural “naughty” self, just as whites did in coming here, yet they are not here to overcome that biased view. They are here to deceive and deceive only, i.e. make it harder for those who are here truly to learn to truly love another human being.

I don’t know what these entities would be if they are not real human beings. The voices do not tell me that, only that they had a choice to come to deceive or not, just like Africans (not the same as “African Americans,” i.e. black people, whom I have read are NOT from Africa, but from Israel). Africans are here to deceive others about what it is to be black. They conform more easily than blacks do, that is the main thing we are here NOT to do. Blacks are a lesson for humanity, they are here as saviors. But their white soul mates can “save” blacks, too, as they are oppressed and hated by the world, yet whites turn their backs on them and choose these “acceptable” mates.

Whites are more likely to be in positions where accepting a black soul mate will mean tearing apart their white “family,” like a marriage with children, or even going against their white disapproving parents. They are more likely to be in career positions where they are concerned about their image. They have to overcome these societal opinions that say that “breaking apart a family” is like murder. (The voices call me things like, “tramp” and “homebreaker” because I pursue a white, married man who is my soul mate.)

Whites have to overcome this concern with appearances more so than black people, although black people also face societal pressure to marry and “stay with” their own kind. And homosexuals, especially black male homosexuals, face pressure to fit sex roles as men or women that do not fit.

I had a voice tell me that Biggie Smalls and Tupac Shakur were homosexual lovers who killed themselves because they couldn’t be together and that others covered up their suicides to make it look like they were victims of killings related to their east-coast-west-coast feud. People covered up that they died together by spacing out the so-called shootings, which I think happened really close together in time.

I kept asking again and again for a while what their deaths were about and this is what it finally told me recently, maybe yesterday. That they had sex and then killed themselves. I’m sorry. Can’t you see what could’ve made them do this? Their identities so wrapped up in their masculinity. I couldn’t believe they were gay or that they could create such good music as they did while hiding this about themselves, but if this is true, it makes sense. Gay gangsta rappers who loved each other and couldn’t be together surely might kill themselves.

There is a reason for everything. Nothing is cut and dried or black and white. Nothing. That is what this world is meant to show us, to abandon black and white. To be together once and for all. To be humans once and for all.

That is what it is about to love someone regardless of skin color or sex. It is about wanting to be loved as a human being and about loving a human being.

I love you my Soul Mate and I know you love me. I love you, human being, who is neither wrong, nor right. Inside I say you are black, meaning an original human, and outside your skin is white. It is something for me to overcome seeing as who you are, although it attracts me very much, perhaps because it calls me to see beyond it, beyond the history, beyond the societal barriers, beyond the hate and anger and rejection I have faced. I hope to see you and be with you soon.


On Mike Will Made It And Miley Cyrus (Reposted From Facebook)

I kept hearing “Mike Will” (meaning the rapper Mike Will Made It) today and then saw photos online showing him with Miley Cyrus, who he’s apparently been dating for several months. (Mike Will Made It sings the song, “Buy The World,” which I really like and heard recently on the radio. I looked up the song yesterday afternoon and kept hearing “Mike Will” today).

Uh, I like seeing interracial couples and thought Miley seemed so fond of black people that it seemed fitting for her to date a black guy, like a rapper (fitting for reasons other than the fact that we all have opposite-race soul mates), but something has to happen for this opportunity to be opened to all and that hasn’t happened yet, that’s how I know this is not soul mates together.

You would have to truly be yourself to find your soul mate. It would seem two famous people who are artists are themselves, but somehow I’m not sure why that’s not happened. You would probably have to reveal something unacceptable, like maybe an interest in a married soul mate (like I have done with my married soul mate).

I feel that writing about my struggle with how I see interracial couples has probably opened up the opportunities to others to see what’s going on behind the scenes that maybe stops more people from dating interracially. That’s rare–to hear people talk about the personal experiences and emotions that keep us from seeking opposite-race mates. In fact, the former twin sister told me multiple times that she didn’t want me to talk about how I felt ashamed of my attraction to white men a long time or how I felt it was hard for me to be okay with that, open about that with others.

I had it come up a lot and it wasn’t until more recently that I started being open about it with black men or individuals. I would mention it here and there on Facebook. In what I’m doing now I pretty much have to say it or what I’m doing would make no sense and I’d have no thing to say, This is why the world is ending.

This world is all about keeping apart the races, centrally it’s main purpose is to keep apart the interracial couples who are soul mates, soul mates who I believe choose each other before they come here so they can end devil whirl, but apparently most times they never do what they intended once they come.

This world is based on not loving yourself, seeing yourself as bad for any number of reasons. Inevitably, it could only last by keeping out true love, which endures all things “good” and “bad.” This world is based on rejecting and being ashamed of the “bad” self and hiding the “bad” self. That’s not loving.

That keeps people apart, that keeps races apart as people choose same-race mates because they think same-race mates will most likely accept and understand them and who they think will make them most acceptable and lovable to others. Or they choose to settle because they think love is impossible, as the world tells them. Or they stay single like me, always hoping for true love.

I’m the “loser” here for this, single at 35, pursuing some married, white man, whom I know is my soul mate, even though he seems not to be this perfect thing I thought he would be. He’s not rich, his teeth are imperfect in some way I can’t really tell, he’s not super successful or popular (with a lot of friends), but he’s rebellious or a seeming “bad” boy (not mainstream or straight-laced) like I’ve always looked for. He’s honest and not self-conscious (or self-correcting, like me), which makes him look rude at times.

I will explore this more in other writing, hopefully soon and I’ll link to it in a comment to this maybe and separately.

Another very important thing to know your soul mate: Soul mates are usually people who will be unavailable or seem un-havable or impossible some how. There will be barriers to them that devil whirl has deliberately put in the way, things like decoy spouses and decoy children the decoy spouse purposely conceived to entrap the soul mate.

Brad Pitt is likely the decoy “spouse” in the relationship with Angelina Jolie, imprisoned with decoy children (some possibly decoy children, not all, I’m not sure). The decoy spouse can be a man or a woman, my soul mate’s wife is a decoy. Angelina’s soul mate would likely be a black man, since I believe she’s predominantly heterosexual.

(NOTE: This was previously posted to Facebook in a status update on the same day published here. I post several things to Facebook, some of which I repost here. See my Facebook page (I’m Marla Luster in Richmond, VA, which is where I last had a permanent address in June): https://www.facebook.com/marla.luster)

Another Update On The Blog Change/Error
September 9, 2014, 6:12 pm
Filed under: Human Potential

I posted previously another person’s explanation that this blog changed because the design expired, but apparently or possibly that wasn’t the reason. The text for titles on the blog changed (in my view, not the latest person responding, apparently) from bold and just a basic text with no curves or anything in the letters to be thin and somewhat fancier letters. I asked about it in the forums and the first person responding said it was because the template or theme I was using expired and was not updated since I had not “registered” before the template “expired.” That sounded dumb because who’s going to keep updating the blog whenever the template suddenly “expires,” especially if you are lazy and non-tech-savvy like me and don’t feel like dealing with such shit?

Anyway, here’s the new explanation which I got emailed to me and that is probably also updated on the forums (NOTE: The view pictured from this person’s response is not how the blog appears to me on the laptop computer I use, although it USED to appear this way):

“Hi there,

Since you don’t have Custom Design I don’t see how your site’s text could have changed. Currently this is what I see:

Screen Shot

I’m not quite sure if this is the change or if it’s how it was normally. It may have just been a glitch – not quite sure. However, in any case, I highly recommend updating your password just to be safe.


Let me know if you have any questions with this!”

A Post On Lynching That Didn’t Go To Facebook
September 9, 2014, 10:58 am
Filed under: Human Potential

Once more, I’m posting a bunch of stuff to Facebook today, maybe seven posts or so so far and this one would not go up, so I’m posting it here. I tried clicking the “post” button a bunch a times, but this post would not post, so here goes…

“The Reckoning For The End of The Whirl: Lynching sounds rough, huh? What do you imagine is justice for all those who were lynched by the heartless and the dickless among us who went along with it when they knew it was wrong? Or those who intentionally tie others down in fake marriages to intentionally keep them from black soul mates because they know it will mean the end of the world? Those things, they prey and taunt and laugh behind the scenes at all the mischeif they cause. Shouldn’t there be a balancing for that, a reckoning? Rid the earth of such filfth when it has been rightfully revealed to be that and only that, deception and nothing other than that, a dirty, nasty film over the truth called false appearances meant to mislead and kill you (just hoping you to kill yourself, really or feel completely alone and hopeless of ever having anything you ever wanted)?”

Was I wrong for being so violent? I don’t know, I figure not. I figure the violence within has some place even though it never fit in devil whirl where I was supposed to take a barage of indirect insults with a smile and pretend my heart that was hurting and angry and violent-teeming as hell was a mistake, something to hide, something to be ashamed of, something to swallow. I swallowed my anger and was a shell of a person all my life, so I figure it’s time I trusted myself over the shallow and restrictive and gilded world out there where what people say and do almost never reflects what they feel and think beneath the surface. A hollow, scary surprise, a jack-o-lantern is what the world is, what the average person is. It’s Holloween everyday, a scary place, this devil whirl.

How I Feel About Handsome’s Words
September 8, 2014, 3:27 pm
Filed under: Human Potential

This is something else I just posted to Facebook, responding to the thing I just posted here previously (which I also posted to Facebook):

When I read over that passage I got below of Handsome, I feel that is what I was always looking for, this romantic, classy thing that just embodies the emotion I feel right now of something so peaceful, breezy, calming that would be relaxing and not hurtful or abrupt at all, hard to explain. I can imagine it as a setting someplace with lots of trees and it’s breezy and it’s summer and it’s evening time and it’s me and Handsome wearing something white and me wearing something summery. I feel like it’s what I always wanted, something I felt I could only get from him–that’s how I feel now. It couldn’t be from anyone else. It couldn’t be with a man who only wanted me because the world said I was the kind of woman he wanted because I was the kind of woman he and every other black man should be with: a black woman. It wasn’t something that made no sense or something that was just something to do before moving onto the next phase of life. It was for something more, for something the heart longed for to be Somebody to someone else, to be loved, to matter. Not just be a thing to do to follow the script or the path pre-planned for everyone to walk along, staying in their own race to not cause any uproar or too much attention, something that would keep things going smoothly and easily without too much work. That was how I thought work as a reporter would be, something that fit in, but it wasn’t. Then I thought any ol job could be that. It was all unbearable. Smooth sailing takes stepping outside the lines, going your own way, not the way the world tells you to.