My powerful mind.

The Yakubian space race will not prevail against our earth. My powerful mind has disintegrated their army, yet they reproduce asexually and it only takes 3 weeks for their offspring to become fully grown. The Aryan saxon generals of their army are also hidden away on their home planet, SS-1818. Yet I can envision their blue, blond, and white sphere and locate where they are buried under many layers of crust in the ground.. I will also destroy them. With no one to guide their military efforts, they will be lost. Soon, their children will forget their mission to destroy Earth-- and hopefully,  forget Earth entirely. I'm whistling to the orbs that surround me in the middle of my basement, and I'm sensing their communications (I'm currently writing this blog telepathically). My Jewish, Romani, black, and gay friends shall be safe because of my powerful mind. Don't think I'm some kind of white knight, I'm not saving Earth for any kind of reasons that would make me a Messiah. I don't love the world. Love of this world is death... I am simply the only person who can do it. If not me, the Yakubians would detonate the sun and we would all die, this world God died for. I don't love anyone for being marginalised, I simply love them for being a person, and that because of only that, Christ died to save them. I don't want any praise, I'm just letting everyone know that I'm taking care of it, and they can go to bed without another fear. Just know I absolutely hate the world, so I'm not a Messiah, a white knight, or a hero. If not me, all shall perish. I'm being used. Walked on. A doormat for your feet. Thankless is this job, yet it's hardly laborious for my impressive thinking. My brainwaves search for the SS-1818, and it kills all who are searching for Earth...

Yet as I lay in the blistering snow, a Yakubian leader comes to me to me through brainwaves and speaks to me in a language I don't understand, yet my vessel is beneath my mind, so I can sense what it is communicating: The Aryan supremes shall reign over your planet, the fair-skinned autistic Indo-Neanderthals are obviously more powerful than one American.

My vessel, my body, my flesh, was frozen. A heart that once pumped and cells that once healed were paralyzed, and withered. The powerful mind had no place to be stored, and for the first time I felt helpless. The highest form of thinking a human (besides for Christ) had ever conjured was nearly destroyed. My soul fleeted towards Heaven, like a moth to a flame... or the moon. 

The night hung over my carcass, and my soul resisted the angel's mighty arms. "I need to save the world! The planet! All the people!" I shouted at them, my words ringing like a small bell without a voice. "You need to put me back down, or else the Earth will perish! I'm the only one who can do it, it's my duty!"

The angels replied to me, "But you have no where else to go..."

Rebelliously, I fled, all the way back down to Earth. In the warmer parts of the day, the frost thawed, and pieces of my flesh fell away and were eaten by elk or wolves. Since most of it was still intact, I huddled my soul back into my rotting flesh, determined to fulfill what I had not done in my life. Now, I walk in a rotted  body, trying to disguise myself amongst the living.

My powerful mind will save you all, and this world that I hate. If not me... I chant the mantra. Before I completely rot away, I will destroy the Yakubians.