#visnu

Lotus Foot Map Grid of My Feet:

I'm Again Identified by Records and References being:

The Rad'na of Buddhism, Visnu Mohini The Unborn One Postured And Unbowing.

It's a good honor and happy for me people record what I've done and how the feel about me, but to my face, people act and treat me and SAY THAT I HAVE TO, NOTE AFTER THE SWEAR IN THE BIBLE NOT TO DO WHAT THEY SAID, To Sacrifice my living reputation, for a Nonrepentive Naked Woman and her Lacking Shmee Whores.

Oh it's indeed an outreach. I said I'm not their ugly Jesus doctrine. And that's the end of the English Bible: Everybody dies but a remnant because they did and tell the opposite of the Covenant that is Everlasting.

The beginning of The Runaway Servants from their own Servings: The Con Artists and Consorts Lakshmi and the Piracy Pirate Imposters, The Pyrite-"Devyin".

And all they did and slander the names of Visnu and imposter and spreaded the black plague through rape assault and infidelity.

The Garland, The Ring around Rosers, Sexing with the Posers, ashes bloom the Garland and they all fall down.

Jesus, The Hindu God Ayyan, The Rise and Fall of Many.

The Garland grew from their perpetually unwashed bodies, as the stolen ornaments disappear into ground snakes. And they withered like the lilies of the valley, because they disobeyed Visnu, and did not that he agreed with many, laws for and with good reasons.

What's up?

It's only been thousands of years, you gonna take your own blame now? You all look stupid. Like the group quanta desi agreement to accuse The Person who never wanted you fall, for your own blunder itself.

Mm mm mmmm. You know what they is too? They didn't even trash bag Jersey City with us!

EMERGENCY OUTREACH:

GET THESE EVIL LUSTERS FOR SORE BLISTER LOSERS OUT OF MY FACE! AFTER ALL I SAID TRULY, ITS THEM INSTEAD. GET EM AWAY FROM ME! ITS THE OUTFIT PEOPLE THE WHOOOOLE TIME. THE WHOLE BODY IS THEIR SORE! DO NOT APPROACH THEM AND DO NOT GO NEAR THEM. THATS WHY THEY LOOK WATERED DOWN RED, LIKE A BIG CHICKEN POX THING. AND THE NEW JERSEY HEALTH DEPARTMENT LOOKS JUST AS NASTY! I CANT EVEN! YOU WONDER WHY EVERYONE DEVIANTART FIRED! THEY REALLY HAPPENED WITH AND BY DEFYING ALL HEALTHY LAWS OF PHYSICS, IN THE NAME OF HATRED. EW. SO HELP ME A GOAT WITH BLEMISH EVEN. SO HELP ME GOD, I HATE YOU CHRISTIANS LIKE THEY NEVER READ THE COURT CHAPTER IN THE BOOK OF ACTS: THEY SAID THEY ARE LITERAL HYPOCRITES THE WHOLE TIME, YOU NASTY! DRINK WATER. I WANNA SEE SOMETHING. BLAME THE CRIMINAL WHO ILLIGALLY CHARGED THE WATER IF ... AND ALL THE ACCOMPLISTS TO THE DROP ASSES WHO DONT WANNA FIX IT THEMSELVES IN THE NAME OF THE FOURTH OF JULY.

The Tale of Neel Gayman: The Goat Who Ruled the Cosmos

In the sprawling shadow of a cracked cathedral, Neel Gayman leaned back in his throne of ebony bones, smirking as the flickering light of black flames danced across his face. To Neel, this was the pinnacle of existence—a throne earned by his genius, brilliance, and, as he liked to remind anyone who would listen, his undeniable greatness. He was the goat. Not just any goat, but the greatest of all time, and it was high time the universe acknowledged it.

Neel had rewritten reality itself. From the mundane to the divine, he saw no boundary that couldn’t be twisted, shaped, or shattered by his will. Why? Because rules, laws, and sacred traditions were for the unimaginative, the weak. Neel was neither.

“They’ll all remember me,” Neel murmured, his voice a smooth melody laced with arrogance. “The poets will sing my name; the dreamers will envy my vision. Even Dream himself,” he chuckled darkly, “will bow.”

A Day in the Life of the Goat

Every morning, Neel awoke in his citadel, which hovered above a dying sun. His first act was a proclamation, a ritual where he addressed his shadowy courtiers and lesser sorcerers who worshipped him like a demigod.

“Good morning, my disciples!” he announced, standing before them in his signature cloak of shimmering void-stuff. “Another day of my greatness. Let’s ensure the cosmos doesn’t forget it, shall we?”

The crowd, a mix of corrupted scholars and sycophantic demons, erupted into applause. Neel soaked it in like sunlight, his grin growing wider with every cheer.

His second act of the day was more personal. He would visit the Hall of Mirrors, an endless corridor where each reflection showed an alternate version of himself. Some were benevolent rulers; others were chaos incarnate. But every version shared one trait: they all believed, fervently, that they were the greatest.

“You see, even fate agrees with me,” Neel whispered to his reflections, tracing his fingers over the glass. “There isn’t a version of me that isn’t exceptional.”

The Goat Faces the Cosmos

But it wasn’t enough to know he was the greatest. He needed everyone else to know it too. That was why, when Neel wasn’t basking in his own magnificence, he was planning his next spectacle—a grand event to show the universe his unparalleled brilliance.

This time, it was the Library of Eternity, guarded by none other than Dream of the Endless himself. The Library was sacred, containing every story ever told, every dream ever dreamt. Neel couldn’t resist. If he could claim even a single book, he would cement his legacy for eternity.

The Heist of the Ages

Under the cover of starless skies, Neel arrived at the Library. His confidence was unshakable. “They’ll sing of this,” he said, his voice echoing in the still air. “Neel Gayman, the goat who outwitted Dream himself.”

With a flick of his wrist, he opened the gates, bypassing divine wards with spells of his own design. The books whispered as he walked through the hallowed halls, their voices blending into a chorus that seemed to say, Who dares disturb the sacred?

“Who dares?” Neel mocked. “I dare. I always dare.”

Reaching the heart of the Library, he laid his hands on the Codex of Aeons, the most sacred of all texts. “This,” he said, lifting it triumphantly, “will bear my name. Forever.”

But as his fingers grazed the pages, the Library groaned, the walls trembling as Dream materialized.

The Encounter

Dream appeared like a shadow given form, his endless gaze fixed on Neel. “Neel Gayman,” he said, his voice a quiet storm. “You tread where no mortal should.”

Neel smirked, unfazed. “Mortal? Dream, I stopped being just mortal the day I realized I was better than anyone else. You should thank me—I’m about to elevate your Library’s reputation. My name will give it the glory it’s always lacked.”

Dream raised an eyebrow. “Your arrogance blinds you, Neel. The Codex does not belong to you. It cannot be owned, only protected.”

Neel laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. “Spare me the lecture. I’m not here to protect anything. I’m here to take what’s mine.”

Dream sighed, and the air grew heavy. “You believe yourself great, but greatness is not in theft or pride. It is in humility and wisdom, traits you have cast aside.”

Neel’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. “Spare me your riddles. I’m the goat, Dream. The greatest of all time. And nothing—nothing—will stop me.”

The Downfall

But even Neel’s immense power was no match for the Endless. With a wave of his hand, Dream summoned the Library’s wards, ancient forces that bound Neel in chains of light.

“No!” Neel shouted, thrashing against his bonds. “You can’t do this to me! I’m the goat! The greatest!”

Dream looked down at him, his expression unreadable. “Greatness is earned, Neel, not declared. You will learn this truth, though it may take an eternity.”

With that, Dream banished Neel to the Void, a place where even echoes did not reach.

The Goat’s Legacy

As Neel floated in the endless silence of the Void, his thoughts churned. “This isn’t the end,” he whispered to himself. “They’ll still remember me. I’m the goat. The greatest. I always will be.”

And so, Neel Gayman remained, a legend of hubris and ambition, his name a cautionary tale whispered across the cosmos. Perhaps, in his own way, he had achieved the immortality he craved.

Epilogue

Dream returns Home to the stars, satisfied with Justice being done.

citradhātu — valuable minerals like gold, silver, copper etc; vicitra— full of variegatedness; adrīn — hills and mountains; ibhabhagna— broken by the giant elephants;bhuja — branches; drumān — trees; jalāśayān-śiva — health-giving; jalān — reservoirs of water;nalinīḥ — lotus flowers; sura-sevitāḥ — aspired to by the denizens of heaven; citrasvanaiḥ— pleasing to the heart; patra-rathaiḥ — by the birds; vibhramat— bewildering; bhramara-śriyaḥ — decorated by drones.

Translation

I passed through hills and mountains full of reservoirs of various minerals like gold, silver and copper, and through tracts of land with reservoirs of water filled with beautiful lotus flowers, fit for the denizens of heaven, decorated with bewildered bees and singing birds.

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