916 | Feeding Pests

916_Controlling What Enters the Soul and Rejecting Artificial Auras

Chapter 1: Lord White Explains Pure Soul Energy Flow and the Mystic Firewall

Anticipation fills the air as the students prepare for a lesson where Lord White explains pure soul energy flow and the mystic firewall. The classroom lights flicker once, then settle into a soft, steady glow.

This is not a normal room. Symbols shimmer across the walls—circles, spirals, lines of color that crawl and pulse like quiet heartbeats. Outside, the sky glows with a pale aurora, but inside, the air vibrates with a different kind of energy.

Students sit at curved desks: Evan, Abby, Diesel, Rev, and a few others. They look like teens from any high school—hoodies, scuffed shoes, restless fingers—but faint colors flicker around their shoulders. Their auras hum, thin and mostly dim, but there.

Their Teacher stands at the front, a calm figure in simple clothes threaded with light.

“Today’s guest has the title of Lord White,” the Teacher says.

A ripple runs through the room. Another Lord. Another lecture about cosmic laws and mystic powers, or so Diesel assumes.

Lord White steps into view.

They wear simple white, but the fabric glows with a soft, shifting radiance. The air around them brightens without hurting to look at, like sunlight through mist. Thin streams of pure white energy slide out from Lord White’s chest, spiraling into the room and brushing each student’s aura with a feather-light touch.

“My specialty deals with your soul’s pure energy flow,” Lord White says. Their voice is clear and gentle, but it vibrates in everyone’s bones. “This is completely different from your physical body’s vitality. Your soul can choose between pure holy-spirit light and recycled, polluted energy. Your soul can choose to radiate pure rainbow light or shades of black, brown, and red. The soul determines the vibrational frequency of the mystic light that shines from her seven energy centers.”

As they speak, seven points along each student’s body flicker—dim centers of light at the head, throat, heart, solar plexus, lower belly, base of spine, and above the crown. Some spin calmly. Some drag. Some almost stall.

Abby raises her hand, hope bright in her eyes.

“I believe that anything recycled must be wonderful,” she says.

She thinks of climate memes, sustainability posts and the constant praise of recycling. The word recycled feels good, harmless, right.

Lord White smiles, but their eyes stay serious.

“Each soul must filter what comes into their heart and mind,” Lord White says. “Unguarded humans allow media, entertainment, and the Internet to pass freely into their souls’ memory archives. Digital entertainment and advertisements are designed to bypass the soul’s border walls. This unchecked content worms its way into the core of your soul’s operating structure and embeds itself as if it has always been a trusted friend.”

Above the desks, faint images appear: social feeds, violent clips, ads promising happiness. All of them stream straight into a glowing core with no filter.

Diesel slouches back, smirking.

“I understand all that, so I don’t let it affect me,” Diesel says. “I ignore commercials, but I’ll admit some of them are fun to watch. I’m smart enough to recognize my misunderstandings and illogical assumptions. My memory is pure. I should be getting straight A’s on all my tests, but half the time my teachers forget what they taught me, so they mark my answers as incorrect.”

Some students snicker. Lord White’s aura doesn’t even flicker.

Abby folds her hands over her chest like a shield.

“When I start believing in my Savior, he enters my heart and makes me pure,” she says. “I am created as a weak human being, so I still do some unapproved actions. But each day my diligent Savior erases the cause, effect, record, and memory of all my sinful deeds.”

Rev leans over toward her.

“I notice how you conveniently forget when you borrow money from me,” Rev mutters.

Laughter bursts out. Abby glares at him, but something embarrassed flickers behind her eyes.

Evan taps his pen against his notebook. His mind races. The idea that his core is already programmed—with lies he never chose—tightens his chest.

“How can I uncover my programmed and polluted beliefs, values, and goals?” Evan asks. “These concepts are already anchored in my central identity, so I never question them. Everything is jumbled together to form my personality. I only evaluate and filter new information streaming into my soul. I would go insane if I had to constantly review, reassess, and re-filter the entire contents of my mind, memory, and heart. Even if I try, I’m not sure I can identify what is inaccurate or impure.”

The words rush out like something he has held in for years. He thinks about anxiety he can’t explain, shame that appears out of nowhere, and beliefs about himself he never remembers choosing.

Lord White nods slowly.

“You must create protection by daily invoking a mystic firewall around your soul,” they say. “Without that shielding, you stay vulnerable to new pollution and programming. You first stop the water leak before cleaning up the old mess. When it is cold outside, you close all the windows before turning on the furnace.”

Rev rolls his eyes toward the ceiling.

“Every Lord we meet says the same thing,” he says. “We start by protecting our souls from further harm. It makes perfect sense, but almost no one actually does it. People act like their souls can’t change, like they’re indestructible and don’t need protection.”

Lord White inclines their head, acknowledging the point.

“The second step is to conserve and wisely invest whatever wealth you have acquired so far,” they say. “Cherish your soul’s bank account of health, wealth, and power.”

Rev gives a crooked smile.

“Every Lord we meet also tells us to invest and multiply our mystic light wisely,” he says.

Abby frowns, trying to fit this into what she already believes.

“Why would my soul need a storehouse of personal spiritual energy?” she asks. “I believe in having an unlimited flow of spirit energy in my heavenly afterlife. There is so much spiritual light available; no one bothers to hoard their own stash selfishly. Energy isn’t possessed or owned. It’s like sunshine, and there are no clouds in heaven.”

Lord White’s gaze deepens.

“Seek expert help to sponsor, inspire, and advise your soul,” they say. “Your divine sponsors already go through the purification process. They can help you discover and purge corruption, lies, and false understanding from yourself. Purging false beliefs is like letting go of your favorite security blanket or stuffed animal.”

Diesel snorts.

“I don’t understand why I need to be completely pure in my thoughts, feelings, and actions,” Diesel says. “I’m not planning on becoming a saint. Impurity feels more natural. Purity is too close to perfection, and perfection is rare. There should always be contrast—light and darkness, wet and dry, high and low.”

Silence settles over the room. Some students look down, secretly agreeing. Purity sounds like another impossible standard, like perfectionism in religious clothing.

Lord White’s eyes sweep the class.

And they keep going.

Chapter 2: Lord White Discusses Purging False Beliefs and Pure Spiritual Light Energy

The energy in the room shifts as Lord White discusses purging false beliefs and pure spiritual light energy to counteract human brainwashing. White light gathers more densely around Lord White, then flows outward in gentle waves, brushing the edges of each student’s aura. Energy becomes clearly visible now—thin ribbons of brightness colliding with swirls of gray and muted color around the teens.

“Humans use pure gasoline so their cars function,” Lord White says. “The oil filter constantly purifies the oil to protect the engine. People pay extra for pure water. They prefer clean air over contaminated air. Humans worry about eating pure, natural, organic food free of toxic chemicals.”

Images flash in the air: gas pumps, water filters, air purifiers, organic labels.

“All of this concerns physical purity,” Lord White continues, “but the purity of what comes into your soul is even more important. When impure beliefs, principles, and morals enter the soul, they can be accepted as truth. These corrupted concepts sink into the foundation of your soul and are never questioned again. Before becoming a spirit warrior, your misjudgments, inaccuracies, and illusions must be replaced with purity. If they are not purged, your actions will be impure, and you may end up fighting for the wrong side.”

Diesel rolls his eyes.

“The human brain has perfect memory, so I rely on my mind as a source of truth,” Diesel says.

Evan shakes his head.

“Even if memories are perfect, our ability to recall them is not,” Evan says. “I remember very little of my childhood.”

Flashes jump through his mind—hospital lights, a slammed door, shouting voices—but most of it is static.

Abby stays firm.

“I believe my Savior’s holy spirit already purifies me,” she says.

Lord White looks around the room, patient but unflinching.

“Humans have been brainwashed and programmed for thousands of years,” Lord White says. “It is naive to think you somehow escape being brainwashed with deceptive lies. Only an external pure consciousness can help you identify the erroneous fixed beliefs hidden in your subconscious mind. If your judgment criteria are faulty, your decisions will be inaccurate. If your intentions grow from contaminated thoughts and feelings, your actions will be impure. Those who do not pay ongoing attention to what they allow into their consciousness end up with a polluted core belief structure.”

Diesel huffs a short laugh, half-annoyed, half-nervous.

“Come on, lighten up,” he says. “Don’t take everything so seriously. You’re too fanatical. I bet you think drugs, alcohol, and marijuana are messing up people’s brains. I don’t care if I make some occasional mistakes. I only need to be seventy percent accurate to pass my tests. Dissolvers can be thirty percent wrong and still succeed.”

Rev snorts.

“Remind me never to hire a contractor who is a dissolver,” he says. “I think all dissolvers should have a big tattoo across their forehead so no one hires them. I don’t want pilots or truck drivers around me with seventy percent accuracy.”

Evan leans forward as an analogy clicks into place.

“I only want to use software that’s one hundred percent pure,” Evan says. “If a virus infects even a tiny part of the programming, the results can’t be trusted.”

Diesel shrugs.

“That’s the best part of getting high,” he says. “Everything feels temporarily perfect and completely acceptable. Stressed humans want to drop their rigid discipline sometimes and be free of restrictions. People who strive for purity deny themselves the pleasure of so many of life’s amazing indulgences and illusions. I think all Evolvers should have a big tattoo across their forehead so no one befriends them.”

A few students laugh, but some stare at their desks, uneasy.

Lord White’s voice stays calm.

“The soul must align itself with cosmic laws and the divine will to achieve purity,” they say.

Diesel groans.

“Every Lord we meet teaches the same thing,” he complains. “‘Don’t be fooled by the Tempters and get with the divine program.’ It sounds anti-freedom to me.”

Lord White raises an eyebrow.

“Which do you prefer,” they ask, “freedom from failure and suffering, or the freedom to do whatever you desire? Do you want manipulated weakness or strong willpower?”

Diesel doesn’t hesitate.

“Give me the freedom to learn from my mistakes,” he says. “I’ll figure everything out from there. It’s no big deal if I die before I learn everything.”

The room freezes for a moment. The casual mention of death hangs in the air, too close to the way some teens joke about not wanting to be here anymore.

“One requirement for souls to graduate is to be filled with pure spiritual light energy,” Lord White says. “This creates a vibration that matches the heavenly world. The soul can then fit in without conflict, inharmony, or dissonance. The quality of a soul’s thoughts, feelings, and actions shows in the auric force field surrounding their earthly body.”

Around each student, their auras flare briefly. Some glow muddy. Some sharpen, clear for a second.

“Wise, virtuous choices create seven pastel hues of Yellow, Pink, Blue, Green, Purple, White, and Violet light,” Lord White continues. “Those who can read auras can see a person’s real character by reading their aura.”

Diesel’s eyes light up—but not in the way Lord White hopes.

He sees opportunity.

Chapter 3: Diesel Invents Rainbow Light Projection Vests to Hide True Character

Seeing an opportunity to exploit the cosmic laws, Diesel invents rainbow light projection vests to hide true character and create a fake sense of harmony. “Now this is something I can make money from,” Diesel says.

He straightens in his seat, his mind already shifting from philosophy to profit.

“I plan to design and sell rainbow-light projection vests that project artificial auras around students,” he announces.

Rev grins.

“Cool,” Rev says. “The fake force field will hide our real aura, so no one can see who we actually are. It’s like a cosmic costume. I’ll partner with you for ten percent. But we need more options than just a rainbow.”

Diesel’s hands move through the air like he’s already building the prototypes.

“There will be controls to individually set how much Yellow, Pink, Blue, Green, Purple, White, or Violet light you project,” he says.

“I’ll create a list of what each color means,” Rev adds. “Students can broadcast their chosen identity through the colors they radiate. Too bad there’s no black, silver, or red. Those are the most popular.”

Very soon, the scene shifts to the campus plaza.

Everyone wears light vests now, flooding the campus with colorful fake force fields.

Streams of artificial color pulse from students as they walk, bright bands of pink, blue, green, purple, white, and violet shifting as mood rings on steroids.

Abby spins in hers, delighted.

“I love my new vest,” Abby says. “It fills my aura with all the right colors, just like Lord White talks about. I pick a different color for each day of the week so no one thinks I’m prejudiced against any color.”

She counts on her fingers.

“Monday is pink, Tuesday is blue, Wednesday is green, Thursday is purple, Friday is white, Saturday is violet, and Sunday is yellow,” she says. “I even bought the optional glowing halo hat, so my head shines like the saints’. I’m so happy my aura is filled with light. My Creator will look down and see me with a heavenly glow.”

Evan watches the light around her, noticing how the artificial rays drown out the faint, honest colors underneath.

“You’re not actually projecting real virtues into your aura,” Evan says quietly. “You’re faking it. You’re not fooling anyone except yourself.”

Diesel steps in fast.

“Come on,” Diesel says. “Get with the program. Don’t try to destroy my business again, as you did with the animal tails. People have the right to fantasize and create their own lifestyle.”

Rev adjusts his own vest and nods.

“Filling the space around us with colored light protects us from people who judge our identity,” Rev says. “It creates a welcoming vibrational field that everyone can accept. It makes all students diverse, but still equal.”

Diesel’s eyes spark with another idea.

“I’ve got a new product: rainbow lens glasses,” he says. “When you wear these, everybody looks like they’re surrounded by rainbow-colored light. Then you treat everyone as equally filled with the light of the Divine spirit.”

He holds up a prototype: glasses with lenses that shimmer with all colors at once.

“These all-inclusive glasses help students welcome all personal versions and lifestyles as equally virtuous,” Diesel says. “If someone doesn’t like seeing students’ auras, these rainbow-masking glasses bring everyone down to the same level. They blur any discernment of individually chosen lifestyle perversions.”

Students rush to buy them.

Soon, the school turns into a riot of fake light.

From the outside, it looks inclusive, harmonious, and kaleidoscopic.

Underneath, something starts to crack.

Emotional outbursts erupt everywhere as students fail to control their feelings. They think their artificially generated aura protects and purifies their actions, that they can do whatever they want, and no one will notice. After all, their AA force field is blinding everyone to their actual character and vibration.

In the cafeteria, arguments explode into screaming. In classrooms, cheating spreads like mold. Behind the rainbow haze, anxiety, jealousy, and anger simmer.

Evan corners Diesel near the lockers, the hallway washed in artificial color.

“You’re all failing to keep a harmonious vibration,” Evan says.

Diesel only shrugs.

“That’s not what matters,” he says. “What matters is what everyone sees in each other. My colored force field is what my Creator sees. He doesn’t see my true aura because the AA light is stronger. It overshadows the truth.”

A chill runs through Evan. It’s easier than ever to hide, to fake being okay, to pretend no one is hurting.

And the more they pretend, the worse everything gets.

Chapter 4: Lord White Teaches Protection Projection and Perception Through the Holy Spirit

Determined to correct the students' illusions, Lord White teaches protection projection and perception through the Holy Spirit as the ultimate defense. The class meets again.

The vests and rainbow glasses are everywhere now, flooding the room with blinding color. Natural auras hide underneath, barely visible.

Lord White stands at the front again, white light pulsing steadily. Compared to the students’ flash, their radiance looks plain—simple.

It’s also the only light that doesn’t flicker.

“The holy spirit is a friendly presence that comes and clears away the rings and layers of your darkness,” Lord White says.

A wash of pure white energy sweeps through the room like a quiet wind through smoke. The fake lights tremble.

“The mystic spirit energy brings protection, projection, and perception,” Lord White continues.

Words appear in midair, glowing:

Protection. Projection. Perception.

“Protection,” Lord White says. “The holy energy flows through the soul, creating an auric energy field around your body. This claims your boundaries and sets a border wall to shield you from intruding enemies. You can learn to extend this protection to other deserving, vulnerable souls.”

Around Evan, a faint, true-white shell appears. It’s thinner than the vest’s glow, but it feels heavier, stronger.

“Projection,” Lord White says. “Your auric field radiates divine thoughts and feelings after you charge your claimed space with virtuous light. When this force field burns with powerful mystic fire, the flaming light can heal, inspire, and even work miracles.”

Soft colored fire shimmers for a moment around Lord White’s hands, then fades.

“Perception,” they go on. “Your soul has many mystic senses for gathering accurate information. The holy fire fuels your discernment, intuition, and aura-reading skills, helping you distinguish between helpful and harmful people. Souls must observe and choose wisely who are trustworthy friends and who are deadly foes. By reading the radiated energy in others’ force fields, you detect their personal versions, perversions, attachments, and human desires. Souls are free to notice others’ corruption and allow them freedom to choose their lifestyle, but must not affirm or join in their impure lifestyle.”

Abby crosses her arms tightly.

“Since I’m a believer, I’m already filled with the holy spirit,” Abby says. “You must be mistaken, because I don’t experience any of these wonderful qualities you say the holy spirit brings. Maybe there are supply chain issues, and my delivery of the holy spirit is on back order.”

Rev smirks.

“Maybe you’re not scrunching your forehead hard enough or waving your magic wand the right way,” he says. “Have you tried shaking violently or screaming nonsense words?”

A few students laugh, but the sound is thin. Everyone feels a little too tired, a little too close to the edge.

Lord White does not smile.

“The mystic spirit tries to meet your current need and helps you choose the next best step,” Lord White says. “You may have made poor choices to get where you are, but the inspiring spirit will guide you to the best path ahead. As the Holy Spirit flows through you, it will amplify everything in you—both the positive and the negative.”

Diesel leans back, unimpressed.

“Sounds like a drug to me,” he says.

Lord White’s gaze sharpens.

“When you use this power for selfish personal gain, you lose the flow,” they say. “When you use it to produce miracles, the flow increases. The Holy Spirit separates the real from the unreal. It strengthens the discipline of the mind and emotions. It lets you live in harmony among people filled with corrupt attachments and human desires.”

Their voice grows more intense; the white light around them flares.

“The Holy Spirit brings empowerment to manifest the nine gifts of the Holy Spirit,” Lord White says. “To attract the Holy Spirit, it is best to stop talking with pride and listen.”

They look straight at Evan now, but every word slices through the whole class.

“Listen for the comforting voice of the Holy Spirit,” Lord White says. “Temptations’ idle chatter and ignorance of the laws drive away the presence of the Holy Spirit. Self-transcendence does not come from artificial auras. Evan, you imprison yourself in illusion. Colored flames dance in your aura while you still do whatever you want.”

Heat rises in Evan’s cheeks—not just from shame, but from recognition. He knows he hides behind sarcasm and half-effort. He knows he tells himself that good intentions are enough.

“Realign with wisdom and virtues instead of perverse negative emotions,” Lord White says, their tone low and sharp. “These emotions are not joy. They are artificial energy and artificial empowerment. Those filled with divine light intimidate demons. Demons fear the fire of those who are strong and fearless. They cannot stand to be in the presence of Divine Light. You must conquer yourself, your ego, your human desires.”

The white energy swells, pressing gently but firmly against each student’s ego like a rising tide.

“The Fallen curse you with projections of failure, helplessness, dependency, and fear,” Lord White says. “The Holy Spirit strips away images of what you think you are. It destroys concepts of false self-identity. It burns away the nonsense notions programmed by the Tempters. It empowers you to free others by your glowing radiance. You must conquer the scheming ego fighting to overpower your soul.”

Around Evan’s head, faint dark labels peel and flake off—not enough, broken, hopeless—dissolving in the white fire.

“When you hold the balance and the Immaculate Concept for others, you help protect them,” Lord White continues. “Evan, you have an opportunity to self-transcend, yet you choose to ignore your gifts and presents, refuse to study your lessons, and end up failing your tests.”

The words land like a punch because they’re true.

Lord White explains that students must maintain their own high-vibration force field and harmony even in the presence of those with lower vibration—even when everyone around them wears rainbow vests and glasses that hide the truth.

White, they remind the class, is a blend of all colors.

Colored glasses let you see the good in people—even when it isn’t really there. But if you deny reality long enough, you don’t save anyone.

You help them sink deeper.

A projection appears in the air: a house stuffed with clutter.

“The owner identifies as a hoarder,” Lord White says quietly. “This is normal in the rainbow of human consciousness. If we don’t allow the homeowner to express their consciousness that sees hoarding as normal and natural, then we as a society are oppressing them and applying a stigma to the hoarding, causing them psychological suffering. Apparently, the neighbors are just ‘hoardaphobic’ and need to be reeducated until they understand that hoarding is normal and natural.”

The image hangs there, sharp and disturbing.

Students shift in their seats.

The fake light doesn’t look so pretty anymore.

Chapter 5: Evan Realizes the Importance of Learning How the Mystic Universe Works

Stepping away from the artificial glow of the campus, Evan realizes the importance of learning how the mystic universe works instead of relying on cheap distractions. After class, Diesel corners Evan and Rev under a glowing tree in the courtyard.

The evening sky stretches above them, streaked with real auroras—soft ribbons of energy curling through the atmosphere like the planet’s shifting mood.

Diesel grins.

“I also sell life insurance,” Diesel says, “but I call it death deterrence. For only five dollars a month, I guarantee a student won’t die while unhappy.”

Evan raises an eyebrow.

“How do you manage that?” he asks.

“I give them advice on how to always be happy,” Diesel says. “I show them how to figure out what they want and then convince them they can do whatever they want to get it. Short-term pleasure is what makes life worth living.”

Rev shakes his head.

“Living in a pumped-up imaginary world won’t bring long-term happiness,” Rev says.

Diesel actually nods.

“I know,” he admits. “I’ll probably leave the insurance business within a year. I’ll make some money off it for now, but students can’t stay happy forever.”

Evan studies Diesel, and for the first time, really sees him—not just as a hustler, but as a scared kid trying to outrun emptiness by selling illusions.

“The wisest thing you can do with your time and energy isn’t learning how to make money,” Evan says slowly. The words seem to drop into his mind from somewhere else. “It’s learning how the mystic universe works. Research, read, and ask questions about how the afterworld works, so you can develop mystic skills that matter both here and there.”

Diesel looks down, rolling a pebble under his sneaker, restless.

“It’s not enough to liquidate your past financial mistakes,” Evan goes on, thinking aloud now, voice low but steady. “It’s more important to liquidate counterproductive attitudes, approaches, and methods of dealing with problems. The results people get in life show how solid their approach to life is. A sound philosophy of life gives good results. People with chaotic, unproductive, unhappy lives usually don’t have anyone to blame but themselves. They rarely have a strategy for living—and without that, they have no foundation to build any investment plan.”

Diesel’s jaw tightens. Rev stays quiet.

Above them, the sky’s natural energy moves in slow, honest waves—no fake colors, no projection vests—just the planet breathing.

Inside Evan, something shifts.

It isn’t a miracle. It isn’t a sudden blast of power.

It’s a decision starting to form:

To stop hiding behind artificial glow. To guard his own light. To learn how the mystic universe really works, even if it means losing the illusions that keep him comfortable.

Somewhere, Lord White’s white aura brightens—just a little.

It isn’t graduation.

But it is a start.

Chapter Synopsis:

Lord White guest-teaches a mystic class attended by Evan, Diesel, Abby, and Rev, explaining the difference between pure soul energy flow and polluted energy, the necessity of a daily mystic firewall, and the danger of unchecked media programming. While Abby relies on religious absolution and Diesel mocks the need for purity, Diesel later sees a business opportunity and invents "rainbow light projection vests" and "rainbow-masking glasses" that allow students to fake their auras and hide their true characters behind artificial colors. As the school plunges into chaos, arguing, and cheating under the cover of fake light, Lord White returns to teach the true powers of the Holy Spirit (protection, projection, and perception) and warns that artificial auras only help students sink deeper into self-delusion and hoarding. Finally, Evan realizes the importance of learning how the mystic universe works rather than chasing short-term illusions and fake insurance schemes.

Core Themes & Laws:

• Pure vs. Recycled Soul Energy: The soul can choose between pure holy-spirit light and polluted, recycled energy, but unchecked media and advertisements bypass borders to program the subconscious mind.

• The Necessity of a Mystic Firewall: Without daily spiritual protection and purging of false beliefs, souls remain vulnerable to ongoing programming and dark influences.

• The Danger of Artificial Auras: Trying to fake virtue or hide character using artificial light, social media filters, or "rainbow vests" only creates a culture of hidden chaos, cheating, and unmanaged emotional outbursts.

• The True Function of the Holy Spirit: The Holy Spirit provides authentic protection, projection, and perception, burning away false self-identities and empowering souls to face reality.

Key Entities Featured in this Document:

• Lord White: A robed mystic teacher who instructs students on soul energy flow, mystic firewalls, purging false beliefs, and the genuine gifts of the Holy Spirit.

• Evan: A perceptive student who recognizes the danger of programmed beliefs, rejects artificial auras, and resolves to understand how the mystic universe works.

• Diesel: An opportunistic student who invents fake "rainbow light projection vests" and "rainbow-masking glasses" to help students hide their true character and market "death deterrence" life insurance.

• Abby: A student who relies on blind religious faith and shifts through daily vest colors to fake a heavenly glow.

• Rev: A cynical student who partners with Diesel on his artificial vest business and mocks religious shortcuts.