I tread very carefully here, knowing that I'm kinda going on a limb, but I have to say, after watching this, I have some serious doubts that Amy Carlson was god.
There I said it.
It's a precarious position, given the credibility and perceptive, critical thinking of these people. Perhaps it was because I sat on a couch munching mad Fritos, watching at a distance, in Cartesian space.
My dog definitely looks at me with disdain, like "human, you are wicked lower vibration."
I mean when it comes to 3-D, I really don't think you get more 3-D than me. I'm not proud.
Hannah Olson lets these modern-day apostles tell their story in their own words, and I really applaud her for letting these folks express their thoughts in their own words, because what I really expected was yet another tedious smear campaign against one of the many gods walking around on the surface of the earth.
This is told as narrative; the documentarian doesn't try to tell us what to think, and I appreciate it.
Anyway, one day I hope to raise my vibrational frequencies to somewhere near where these folks are at so I, too, can experience a true incarnate god or goddess (the latter more likely as the gynocracy continues to consolidate power over this plane).
As for the daddy gods (a lot of gods here), I'd have to see side by side footage of them walking on water, compared with playing hacky sack in a Phish concert parking lot, to really decide what the deal is.
And that business about colloidal silver turning you blue -- I mean, maybe. I've met enough crazed libertarians to know this is possible (always chase it with raw milk, guys).
But could the skin color change on Mom also be indicative that she is reincarnating as Krishna?
No. I just don't buy it. Sorry folks, I'm just deeply downstat these days. It's the colloidal silver. I WANT TO BELIEVE.
The documentary or theological epic (depending on how you take it) is definitely worth a watch.
Your heart will be filled with sympathy and compassion for these folks.
There I said it.
It's a precarious position, given the credibility and perceptive, critical thinking of these people. Perhaps it was because I sat on a couch munching mad Fritos, watching at a distance, in Cartesian space.
My dog definitely looks at me with disdain, like "human, you are wicked lower vibration."
I mean when it comes to 3-D, I really don't think you get more 3-D than me. I'm not proud.
Hannah Olson lets these modern-day apostles tell their story in their own words, and I really applaud her for letting these folks express their thoughts in their own words, because what I really expected was yet another tedious smear campaign against one of the many gods walking around on the surface of the earth.
This is told as narrative; the documentarian doesn't try to tell us what to think, and I appreciate it.
Anyway, one day I hope to raise my vibrational frequencies to somewhere near where these folks are at so I, too, can experience a true incarnate god or goddess (the latter more likely as the gynocracy continues to consolidate power over this plane).
As for the daddy gods (a lot of gods here), I'd have to see side by side footage of them walking on water, compared with playing hacky sack in a Phish concert parking lot, to really decide what the deal is.
And that business about colloidal silver turning you blue -- I mean, maybe. I've met enough crazed libertarians to know this is possible (always chase it with raw milk, guys).
But could the skin color change on Mom also be indicative that she is reincarnating as Krishna?
No. I just don't buy it. Sorry folks, I'm just deeply downstat these days. It's the colloidal silver. I WANT TO BELIEVE.
The documentary or theological epic (depending on how you take it) is definitely worth a watch.
Your heart will be filled with sympathy and compassion for these folks.