Emma Stone, the Hollywood movie star

What shocks me about Emma Stone, is that I need to teach Emma Stone how to separate metaphors from the American presidency, and how to separate metaphors from British trees. I need to teach Emma Stone how to share democracy, i.e. how to build and protect the morality of never leaving an illusion to itself, to its own solitude.

I need to teach Emma Stone that because of evil, specifically a white magic aristocracy that’s evil, the future of reality may consist of Hollywood celebrities who are deceased versus Hollywood celebrities who are alive (the premise of this foundation being that reality and the cosmos won’t interfere with evil’s agenda of cloning anyone who ages and dies).

I need to teach Emma Stone how to copy my own power, aka my own ordained God power, which is to teach the Ukraine-Russia war universe how to build and protect illusions being safe and sound using facial nature. In other words, to teach the Ukraine-Russia war how to use Hollywood celebrity faces as a way to protect illusions from being alone and in danger.

I need to teach Emma Stone how to respect reality’s human condition, which is that limitation and not actually knowing about the art of reality, magic and metaphors and symbolisms is the key to being safe.

Sylvester Stallone. Michael Douglas. Elizabeth Taylor. Paul Newman. John Wayne. Samuel L Jackson. Eddie Murphy. Sharon Stone. Anne Hathaway. Heath Ledger. Christian Bale… Evil wants these faces to use against me, because I have God powers of creating reality.

The Ukraine-Russia war is your and my power, Emma. Trust me, when no one else can.

On the way back from the hospital today, I travelled with my mother Mary past a local church, and was able to remember the premonitions from many years ago, that were uploaded in my mind by the reboot forces that ostensibly have my back (I don’t know, whether I’ll need to betray the Ukraine-Russia war’s version of protecting illusions in order to respect the non-ambiguity rights of the forces responsible for my safety from the Big bang from trillions of years ago), because of the link between the church and the scabs on my nose.