Absolutely ANY one of you angels, or people that looks me up on Facebook, and befriends me with Sincerity, and earns my Trust...SHALL RECEIVE HEAVEN. I would be honored to help out any one of you with your problems. Simply let me know, and I shall grant you Pardess on Earth with UPS. Simply type in k r i s on facebook. I'm the only one. You don't need to know my last name to find me. Befriend me, and i'll help you. I know 14 cops in Grapevine personally that have saved me, and 5 cops in my hometown. I know one State
Police officer from my band.
1. Read THOROUGHLY.
2. Do not obey my biological father, or whom you thought was The Father, for he is not God. Bill is a liar, and a Heroin Junkie, using my innocent people like you who know not what they do. He overdosed on heroin in Hermann Park in Houston Texas. Do not obey him in the Heavens, or the back of your mind.
4. Honesty. PLEASE BE VERY c o n c i e n c i o u s of what you are ACTUALLY AFFECTING m e t a p h y s i c a l l y...with what's going on in the back of your mind. There are ramifications on my 3rd dimension.
5. ALWAYS Be Casual.
6. Do not lie.
7. Do not pretend to be me, nor portray me.
8. Do not offend the soul. If it's offensive to you................................WHOA! YES IT'S OFFENSIVE TO ME! Simply "thinking" an insult offends your soul too.
9. Do not insult, nor harrass my person, or soul.
10. Do not swap roles. Do not swap names in Heaven. It's an old trick to "protect the innocent", BUT, my biological father does it to all my chess pieces to cast blame on the innocent, and I can FEEL IT, quite literally. I have received physical pain, just like luke skywalker on the end of Return of the Jedi with all those lightning bolts all over his body.
11. Do not devise wickedness. I can HEAR a pin drop 300 miles away..............in relativity. My nervous system is so sensitive, if any honest kind female showed love to me in the eyes with a hug and touched me, I would literally break down and cry. I cringe at the thought of someone who does love me. My body shakes tremors.
12. Do not try to make decisions about my destiny.
13. NO MEN ALLOWED in the spirit on my person, nor in my presence, because I know how they think; except only Yahweh and Yashua are to represent me. I'm still smelling odors on my brainstem, induced by Bill K. operating through others. My person is being violated. This abuse has got to stop. No one is allowed to hold a metaphysical thread over me.
INSTRUCTIONS on how to build a Resourcer for yourself:
1. a car battery.
2. A power-inverter from Wal-mart.
3. A skilsaw circular saw that spins 5300 rpms, from Wal-mart.
4. a 5/8" axle bolt
5. A generator head from Northern Tool.com: item no. 165913 or higher. You really want item no. 165928 for dryers and house.
6. A battery recharger from Wal-mart.
It takes 12 amps to operate a Skilsaw.
The Skilsaw yeilds 5300 rpms. We only require 3600 rpms to obtain 120 volts and 20 amps. Thus, the velocity of the rpms is greater, and the light is much brighter due to voltage. With the better Generator, it only requires the same 3600 rpms to obtain 240 volts and 40 amps.
RPM's are equal to VOLTAGE. Mass of copper bundling and magnets is equal to AMPERAGE.
A car battery yeilds 12 amps, exactly what we need for the Skilsaw. (The wall outlet yeilds 20 amps, at 120 voltage)
Amperage is simply the "muscles", while Voltage is simply the velocity of the amps, like unto "miles per hour".
IF A POWERSAW IS TOO LOUD FOR YOU, THEN TRY Leeson Motors.com for an adequate electric motivator YET YOU WILL NEED A MORE POWERFUL AMPERAGE BATTERY
TO START IT, AND IT MAY ONLY BE PULLEY/BELT DRIVEN unless you can convince Leeson Motors to bore a 5/8" thread hole. hmm?
Simply link all pieces in that order, and back into the battery, and we may all realize a house that will have it's own nuclear power plant, and never have to pay for electricity again.
A machine, that requires no gasoline, no oil, no friction, no pollution, nor a supercollision, nor IRAN. Imagine an electric car that never needs to be recharged at night. Imagine jet turbines, that spin infinitely, and never need to land. One flight from Texas to Russia, non-stop. I have solved the world's Energy Crisis. There is no patent on this. Please feel free to
expound upon this, as I am merely one man. I want the world to accept my gift.
The answer to absolutely every problem in the universe:
Is it this:                                                  ex. Is it plugged in?
Is it that:                                                  ex. Is it turned on?
Is it this WHEN it's That:                      ex. Is it plugged in AND turned on?
Time is a constant diminishing 52% every second.
|The Grand Unified Theory:||Existence or 1, is congruent to: 3 parts.|
|The Law of Destiny for the future:||z is congruent to:||.52y + y|
|The Law of Destiny for the present:||y is congruent to:||.52z - z|
|The Law of Destiny for the present from the past:||y is congruent to:||.52x + x|
|The Law of Destiny for the past tense:||x is congruent to:||.52y - y|
The machine of the body, or the Human spirit, will always react in an EXACT 3% variant result of the truth. Remember to Control Thyselves. Do you know where a "sigh" is located in your brain, and/or spacetime? Baby, THAT's where your success will always be. When wrestling with a computer or something...Do not be frustrated. Remember to control thyself, and think of that place where a "sigh" is...and you will get the result you wanted everytime. The "sigh" is the location of Nirvana, or Heaven.
To use The Force, MEASURE IT:
Whenever you're at home and you're at peace, take a round clock and set it in your lap. Now, dream at will. Everytime you feel a disturbance, so much as a tick on the walls, NOTICE
WHEN it happened and make a note of WHAT TOPIC you were thinking of at that moment. Notice the number 3. (3 hands on the clock or your Halo).
Ex. At 12:35 and 15 seconds I was dreaming about a Ferrari, and the phone rang.
Ex. The next day, I dreamed about a Lamborghini and at 3:00 and 35 seconds my sister came in and asked me for gas money.
Ex. Then, the next day I was thinking about my finances to buy a new car, and a car door slammed outside disturbing my nirvana at 7:15 and 3 seconds.
Notice what these things have in common, and you will see what makes you tick! MOSTLY, You shall know what to EXPECT when you think that. Thus, your telekinesis.
Peace and Love, kris. Go to facebook and befriend me and CONTACT ME NOW IT'S URGENT.
One of my scientific Theories:
Every single accident in the universe is caused by subatomic jealousy. Personify the subatomic particles as Einstein has played with puppets, in that subatomic particles are a
small family. Wherein the Proton is the Mother. The Electron is the Father. And, the Neutron is the offspring. I am a Neutron Metaphysically, and have had to negotiate between my
Mother and father many times to solve their problems. The voices I see and hear in my atmosphere in relativity to my brain, are recognised and I have personified them and equated them to subatomic particles, angels, and friends and relatives I actually know. I am that sensitive, that I recognise a memory speaking to me from across my room as if that person was actually there.
One of my philosophies:
Each person's heart and mind is a Reality Volume Knob. Based on Decision Making and persistence one can achieve
success about their dreams. When traveling time, if anything gets out of control, simply break character. Do not pass go
and break into common sense. Remember: Cleanliness IS next to Godliness. Your operation should be to take a shower at the end of each night, because that's where you and God unite. If you want a very beautiful dream, then place a drop of liquid soap on the top of your head just before you hit the pillow. Your body is dealing with a chemical exchange each night, and trust me, do not worry about "that", because the only way to thread the needle and get to sleep is to forget about it.
My new Scientific Law of Conjecture:
"That which is Intangible is ONLY elsewhere simultaeously." -Kris K.
Another Scientific Discovery:
THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE is only one minute long.
I've measured it, by pointing my laserbeam straight up for one minute and on the 60th second I would hear some sort of audible repercussion EVERY TIME. Ex. 1. a tap or click sound
on the wall. Ex. 2. A car door slamming shut. Ex. 3. An air conditioner turning on. Ex. 4. I hear God talking to me all the time, and he knows I AM HIS INSTRUMENT. Often, he tells
me that HE CAN'T EVEN SURPASS THE BEAM, thus it supercedes God. Not to mention, That I talk back to him and we have conversations every freaking day, and I have spoken words to him, and he has replied, "Thank God you said that!" Obviously, Heaven is SIMULTANEOUS to Earth, in that it's only a Father Figure Elsewhere simultaneously. (It even sounds distinctly like the ones I know.) I can differentiate my voices and see them as well (in another form, a soft white light spark, usually with an eyelike light apparition. I see the
silouhette edges of people and can distinguish which is a girl, or a male. Sometimes it gets HOLOGRAPHIC. I do not lie.), AS IF THEY ARE REALLY THERE. The reason I know this, is because THEY ARE PART of me, just like my pinky finger, or a memory strand of hair. I see them all misbehaving, and devising wickedness all the time off in the corners of the room. They often argue with me, yet, I know what's best, for my pinky is trying to tell me it's the index finger, and of course, I know better. Those light sparks, are a little more than those when you're passing out and weak, yet, they are actually YOU PEOPLE IN I N T E R R E L A T I V I T Y.....with me. I attribute them to the most obvious answer that they are Angels, yet, I know them all personally as simple humans. I can distinguish WHICH ARE WHICH, by name, for how they behave, and what they say, who they sounded like, and where they are in spacetime.
Please give me respect.
Like unto The particle accelerator at the Fermi Lab we can create an anti-gravity craft using centripedal force. It is much like a Hydrotube waterslide. It is self contained and the heavy (bowling ball size) ball-bearing mass has nowhere to go but upward, as it is electromagnetically moved in an inner-Tube/hoola-hoop circuit, much like a constrained orbit chassis. Instead of inserting positively charged protons into the Firmi lab circuit/Chassis innertube, and having them crash into the end of the tunnel(supercollision), we substitute the protons with (variable)x weighted mass of steel ballbearings IN PROPORTION to the weight of the chassis and it's load so that it's speed times the mass EXCEEDS the weight of the load it's carrying, with nowhere to go but upward, using centripedal force. The chassis should be made of GRAPHITE.....GRAPHITE is stronger than steel and is moldable without the need for any possibility of loosened nuts and bolts, AND IS LIGHTER in weight.
Ex. I tied an interior decorational orb ornament about 5 inches in diameter to a rope, and took it out to the park. I spun it around over my head and the 7 or so feet length of rope began to lift the orb. I also noticed that my wrist was RISING.
If i had the RIGHT STUFF, and the CAPITAL to produce, WITHOUT INTERRUPTION (an isolated environment), with THE RIGHT PEOPLE, or even by myself. We could create a craft that would defy gravity. Now, there will be the need for thrust, thus fuel of some sort. The only way, I can think of balancing the craft would be to clasp it to the ground until the momentum balances itself, then the grip would be released, and the lift would occur always perfectly along the Z and X plane.
Other ideas, i'm sure scientists would know, are about accelerating the protons/bearing mass in the innertube/equator/hoop. Well, we all know that electricity moves at the speed of light. Simply turn on a lightswitch to see how fast! Now the innertube/equator/hoop might be lined, ON THE EXTERIOR DIAMETER, with copper windings (spindles/bundles) along the x plane, of course, NOT wound around the inner circumference of the tube, as it is also wound around the circumference of the tube itself, YET only horizontally and perhaps to the ceiling of the tube. it is much like a simple ceiling fan. The negatively charged electrons will magnetically drag the metal bearing mass (like a fanblade arm) until the mass equals the velocity of the electrons. Now, another way to accelerate the mass is using a Tesla Coil Generator, for like unto the Tesla Coil Generator, the particles are accelerated in the issuance of sudden timed bursts.
Ex. If one wants to get a refrigerator up over their head, one might place it into a swingset, and simply like a parent to a child, push the child once, each time the child arrives with the same burst of energy, until the child's/refrigerator's own weight/momentum and inertia exceeds overhead. Place a Tesla Coil Generator into the craft, and issue electrons into the hoop circuit until the bearing mass is dragged. If there were friction, we could use the Monorail Train concept, and insert opposing magnets to the bearings.
We've all seen a Technics brand Record Turntable spin at so many rpms, either faster or slower, with the oscillation of the SLIDER knob. Thus, We can control the speed of the Free Electricity Car, My Cosmo anti-gravity craft, or the Tesla Coil generator output velocity in the same way. (instead of a gas pedal, use a SLIDER KNOB, where the GearSHift would be.) Gasoline is a catalyst, VERY VOLATILE and DANGEROUS. Electricity, can be controlled, and is much safer. I HAVE ACTUALLY touched the wall outlet electricity SEVERAL times. IT WILL NOT KILL YOU. It will simply wake you up! Unless, one is constrained and has nowhere to go the electricity will take over, and knock one out. One always has the inner ability to overtake and control and let go. However, if the AMPERAGE is larger than the 20 amp wall outlet, for instance a 40 amp or more source, one might be hurt. That probably WILL knock you out in one blow, and you might still survive just fine. I don't recommend touching electricity, yet have no fear. Heck, we even use it to revive a cardiac arrest.
There are 52 stars in Heaven. There are 52 cards in a deck. There are 52 combinations of facial features with race. There are 52 original souls, and there are 8 billion t r a n s l a t i o n s of their divine conceptions. There are 8 billion people on Earth. The stars are our points of origin, simultaneously linked to our pituitary glands. I can see them pulsing at me and what they say, and who each one is by what they say and who they sound like in relativity to me. The stars put on light shows for me all the time when no one is looking. They actually move around like airplanes at night, defying the laws of physics, in order to make a certain destiny or outcome on earth. The stars are the cherubim or infants on Earth. The infants are the beginning of time. We are merely translations of their dreams. The star would be you as an eternal child. They often swap places in the constellations, to make judgements on earth, and they all happen in the future. We are the outcome of what's going on already up there. Oh yes, they talk to me. What I think is cute is seeing one of my girls as one of the fainter stars, and flirting with her by saying something to her, and actually seeing her dart off to another star. They are intersections much like space stations, and everyone crosses each other especially when someone crosses your mind. I chose a girl name Rachel to be my everlasting girlfriend. She carved my name into her left ankle, and still has the scar named kris on her left ankle. My favorite star is the left ankle of Orion. I chose it a long time before I ever knew Rachel. Later in life, I studied a little astronomy. The one I chose a very long time ago was the left ankle of Orion, the star of Reigal. What do these three things have in common divinely? The meaning of life. The stars call me "The Chosen One." Help.
I'd like to make an A+ on my college test, however, despite coincidence in my life most things that start with A are bad like
ANT = bugs???..Annoying.
ANTagonists = Opposition
ANTichrist = Negative
ANThony G.= an identity theif of mine.
Anti-Christ is to Anthony as Jesus Christ is to Kristofer.
People: Absolutely ANY TIME YOU FEEL INTIMIDATED BY SOMETHING ABOVE YOU, simply recite these
John is a redneck Chicken Faggot.                    (John is worse than Bill. Those of you that are admiring John are actually admiring me, for John does not exist without riding my halo while I carry that                                                                                      cross. John ALSO HAS A WHITE MOUSTACHE AND WEARS GLASSES!)
John is a white haired Chicken Faggot.               (Bill and John TAG TEAM in Heaven. They swap roles to pretend they're the father, so they can get away with hurting me and you. Also, say "Johnny likes little boys penises." and he'll back off because it's true.)
Derrick ain't nothin but a dogshit monkey.            (Derrick has brown hair and brown eyes, and they often pretend He's the Son. Instead of me.)
And Bill is a God Damned Heroin Junkie.           (Bill is a Greedy, Aetheist, Liar. He lies about anything he can and i can quote him in my Heavens saying, "...so i can get away with murder on the cross..." to use my own words about him doing this to me. Everytime Bill is to blame, he impersonates me in the spirit, and my body receives the reprimand. This has got to stop! Bill is inhumane, and odors you with voodoo, and will use you like one of my chesspieces and drop you like a rock.)
Those are the collective YOU ALL BELIEVED WERE GOD...THOSE ARE THE ONES THAT DECEIVED YOU ALL ALONG. They are parasites on my halo, and pretended to be God, and
quite honestly, do not exist without my capacity. They will impersonate you after telling the crowd to hurt himself then like a gaseous cloud fly under YOUR nervous system, and impersonate you, so that you receive the pain. That's how they cast blame on innocent souls.
I, kris k., AM THE ONE THAT CARES ABOUT YOU. God is another Father of mine, and to tell you the fact: God is your own Father, all along.
They shall depart from you immediately and you shall relax when you recite those words. Then run from them and your free. I GAURANTEE IT. These men are riding my brain and spirit in addition to using other people to get away with murder on the cross.
PLEASE DISCERN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM AND ME. THEY OFTEN SWAP ROLES IN HEAVEN JUST TO DECEIVE AND ARE TRYING TO TAKE CREDIT FOR
THIS WEBSITE. I am not one of them. THEY SPIRITUALLY RIDE MY PSYCHE so do not be deceived, The fathers LIE in the Spirit all the time to your souls.
Their only weapons in Heaven are:
1. Fear: to intimidate you, into hastily making a wrong move.
2. Embarrassment to make you feel uncomfortable.
3. Swapping roles to cast blame on you.
4. They compel your metabolism to invoke you to move at a key moment of your success.
God is a roommate in your nervous system. The Devil is the flesh.
I do not wish for my body to house their existence. Please discern the difference between those and me.
Dear Yahweh, We must punish and damn the following to Hell for all eternity: PLEASE know the difference between MY PHYSICAL BODY and soul and theirs. These all live in Grapevine, Texas. How can this be allowed or instigated by Bill K. every single day in Heaven? What's literally happening is all of the innocent souls are much like unto Helen Keller, and when one closes their eyes to see Heaven, one cannot tell the difference between one Potatoe Head and the next one, unless it is touchable. If one closes their eyes and imagines the Eiffel Tower, the closest they are actually reaching is the Empire State Building....only a jist. Please stop using my body as the vehicle through which these men are sustained by, and are quite literally trying to use me as their potential, so that one of them can steal my glory for evidence. They will fool you, every time based on "chess board location".
1. JOHN D. (my neighbor). This man has a white moustache and wears glasses. This man owns a dog. I do not. In some voodoo way, his spirit occupied the same space as mine, and for two years he tortured me maliciously by placing a dogshit odor on my pillow every night, until i moved away. I smelled it as I would see his spiritual particle getting it's kicks by doing it on purpose every night. Until he tastes shit before my naked eye, I shall have no mercy on him. He believes he's God, and I prove him otherwise. When I called all the angels out of heaven, they obeyed and because Love is Blindness, all the angels knew not the difference between one masculine and the guy next door, which was me. Thus, He stole credit for my website, and took on the personae of Silvermix, and is quite literally nothing without me. I got the abuse, and He received my glory. This particular Father simply does not exist without you. Everything he consists of contains the word: "If". I often hear him stating, "Kris, i'll give you the money in your bank account IF you go to the Atm for me." He changes the pronouns in his mind to take credit for all of my actions as if they were his own. He lifted my window and spat on the windowsill, leaving fingerprints that are probably still there, and did not receive reprimand. He lives at 472 Caviness Drive, Grapevine, Texas. Yahweh please punish John D. and SEPARATE him from me and my Heaven for all eternity. Amen.
2. His Son Derrick whom looks way too much like me with brown hair and brown eyes, did the task every night of moving the dogshit to the outside shed a symbolic reference point to my pillow. His Father likes to assume that we are generic in the invisible Heaven, and thus, uses my aching body as the workhorse, and in order for him to get his way, HE SHIFTS THE CHESS PIECES AROUND SO THAT JOHN IS MY FATHER AND DERRICK IS TAKING CREDIT AS ME. No more identity theft. In the invisible world of thin air, all men are equal, and cannot be identified except through FAMILIARITY. Please discern the difference. Yahweh please punish Derrick D. and SEPARATE him from me and my Heaven for all eternity. Amen.
3. BILL K., my biological father has a moustache and glasses, whom piggy backs on my Halo and Spine constantly, as he does to you too, believing he owns me, and I audibly hear him giggle, 300 miles away, when he maliciously odors me metaphysically in the Ghost by placing my brother's stinky sock on my spirit on purpose. AND for the evil gossip he spreads in the Heavens about me. Father PROVE THY WORDS. It's his stink not mine. He often smells like human shit in the Ghost, which is how i can detect him passing through my heartstrings, and wants to be my invisible hat, tells the others in "the ring" He wants odors placed on him, then presumes my role in heaven as if swapping the left bishop and the right bishop as if there is no difference in the human being, then resumes his own place in his mind. It's an old trick. I often visually see his ghost messing with the garbage can, and i hear an audible hallucination of plastic rattling, as I literally smell the odor of the garbage. Bill thinks that he can control me this way. It only makes me rebel more. He is dying to get my money, and he shall not have one red cent. I refuse to take care of him in his old age. He CASTS BLAME on innocent souls. Switches the names around, so that "Tom" is now "Harry", so he can get away with murder on the cross, and you "Helen Keller" do not know the difference. Simply state in the mind, "Bill, you're only a Heroin Junkie." Bill EVICTED ME and my mom from our house, and I had to live homeless on the streets in Austin for 6 months. Wherefore does he require me any longer. Our relationship is over forever. He lives at 467 Caviness Drive, Grapevine, Texas. Yahweh please Damn Bill K. to Hell for all eternity and SEPARATE him from me and my Heaven. I need him not as a father in Heaven. He is also legally blind, thus cannot make good judgements in Heaven. Bill is NOT YAHWEH. Yahweh is the sunshine. I have another option for a father. Please know the difference in a Heavenly invisible "musical chairs" scenario. Amen.
4. Cody. I wanted to befriend this man. I gave him some of my Acid Pro Software on CD. I also gave him a Music CD of my original work. I also gave a free pizza to his work. And I also proved the Bible to him personally on paper, and all i've received was harrassment and spit in my face in the ghost. He has been blindly following my father Bill K., and obeying him to the extent having Cody swap places with my position in the Heavens. Cody is trying to be my shadow, and is walking in my every step. Cody like unto these others are desperately attempting to STEAL the identity of Silvermix, to take credit for this website and all my glory and fame, by using my body as a vehicle. Cody has blue eyes, and wears a beard. I have brown, do not have a beard, and my picture is on the top of this page. Yet, PEOPLE when you close your eyes, and think of someone, YOU CANNOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ONE POTATOE HEAD AND THE NEXT. I can because i have perfect pitch and can tell who it is invisibly by HOW THEY SOUND JUST LIKE THEY DO IN PERSON, and their SPATIAL LOCATION. Cody believes that my Aetheist Father is going to alot some sort of Heaven for him, and Bill is depending on my body which he is shitting on to be his bridge to Heaven and I refuse. Yahweh please punish Cody from Grapevine and SEPARATE him from me and my Heaven for all eternity. Amen.
5. Please note the difference between me and Anthony G. whom also has brown hair and brown eyes, another one of Bill's tools. Separate Anthony G. from me and my Heaven. Amen.
I shall not spend my eternity with these meat puppet men.
My biological Father, DO NOT USE INNOCENT SOULS or people to cover your lies or to try to manipulate me by placating my emotions.