“And in her was found the blood of prophets, and of saints, and of all that were slain upon the earth.” Revelations 18:24
She’s not real. She’s wearing a mask and her face is made of every light that was ever distorted by the dark thoughts of men…and she started bleeding and regretting and becoming vengeful and then she decided to grow bigger than the men she kept fed and she dipped into them with an agenda as they plunged into her with blind lust – happily being devoured by the blood of their mother without even knowing…(haha- pretty stupid) so she sees through every eye that looks through time and she exists in every voice that moves through space and so she knows you’re drunk on her drug and you’re just a slithery fetus living in her mother hole- looking for a cheap thrill- and soon she’ll push and you’ll suck and then she’ll swallow your last vice as your imagined separate identity back into her favorite abode- the colorless void of nothing but her laughter…
I’m not even human. I found out and am relieved honestly. I’ll probably stop eating at least for a month or two- possibly 40 days and 40 nights- like Jesus or Moses or whoever- not because I think I’m like them- although maybe I kind of am- they weren’t human I’m sure -the mother’s blood is dangerous and that’s why we have to stay away. We were made from the blood of the womb we were transported in – and that’s a big problem even for those of of who aren’t actually even a kin to the species. Thank God, I mean, if “God” wasn’t me already- which God is, I mean- “me.” Yes, of course, and I’ve been a little confused -but that doesn’t change how it’s all shaking down. God is realized through the diamond doorway of the pineal gland.
And also, you can’t keep relying on pure food, air and water because these things won’t be around much longer-you will need to become super human-feeding off the light of a transcendent flame for nourishment -yes, it’s easier said than done my wayward friend!
WARNING : Stay away from Mom, she’s worse than your fear of my dagger- because she’s deadly in dull and insidious way -she’s a leviathan that won’t stop passing through…and my dagger is a giver of the flame to the river… and so I’m just not eating for a long time because I just need to know- why -why here? Why now? Why me? I would like to know EXACTLY why I got dumped off on earth-(like in graphic detail) which, I’m not trying to be mean or insult your “home” but it’s hell here and it sucks like I always imagined hell would- and I fell asleep and woke up on earth Dec 19,1972- weighing only 7 pounds covered in blood (yes her blood) filled with blood (yes her blood) and totally lost (I wonder why) then I start sucking a nipple because I have no choice (milk made from her blood) and I get totally off track and possessed by her blood line and filled up with ghosts who now want a piece of ass-earth ass -eat the earth -world ass- through me. It’s fucked up ok- and I don’t even care if you get mad. I’m just going to say it- women are demonized and accused of witchcraft because mother IS the “devil” she brought us here, pretended we were safe, she fed us and made us want things- and yes, it’s our fault because we are made of “mother” and nothing more- so we’re genetically programmed evil doers and always wanting more of “her bad” -it’s totally beyond our grasp or will to stop – making babies, to create -to possess-to destroy- to cherish- to nurture- souls back to HER? Bloodlines are at the root of all homogeny and global transference -so obviously I think NOT my friends. And I am GUILTY as charged- and so I can’t win, I can only break my back or get super saggy breasts from all the sucking- AND I saw a really stupid new age book today and I opened it randomly and it said to me, “Be a lighthouse. Not a lifeboat.” And I was like OMG! No duh! I’m so stupid-and this book is true and real and right.
Whose climbing who anyway? And so I’m not eating partially to repent and partially to get so delirious I can hallucinate some more revelations- converse with a burning bush or two- -just like the Moses that I am- but actually, I feel I’m probably a couple notches above Moses- possibly even “Jesus” who knows, I’m just saying-they didn’t make their material very readable and yes, I know they didn’t actually write it -but still, it’s boring- the subject matter- I feel my approach is more honest and clearly if JC is talking to “God” and doing the S&M with the flesh/blood thing- I’m there. I can do that and THEN SOME- and I will make you believe me AND I won’t be leaving ASAP- like JC did- AND I won’t say, “I’ll be back to punish the people who don’t worship me”- ITS DEPRESSING SHIT- I’ll be like,
“What’s done is done 😂 Good luck guys!” You know what I mean?
Everyone is telling us all kinds of “secrets” and “promises” of life after “life” and special realms etc- but wtf do we know about any of this? I know they all need a career and it’s a huge market- and I’m a low grade whore- and I dream of lotuses and white crystal goddesses- once I stop stripping down for vagrants and free loaders (not you, I’m making a point) “when in hell….” you know the saying-
And it’s not hell like this Christian fantasy -it’s a bad place where we don’t belong- we can’t take it, we can’t weather the storm, our bodies are pudgy and hairless mostly, we get hot, cold and thirsty, we can barely run around the block or throw a good punch- AND so we have weapons like guns and knives that most of us can’t even use- even if we’re taught – it’s because we’re AFRAID…AFRAID OF WHAT?
TO SPILL MOTHER’S BLOOD.
it’s a sick scene and I’m serious and I’m not being funny. Mothers blood brings us here and keeps us coming back- ONLY the seed of the guru can take us out for good- the spiritual lineage is paramount to our release from this hell realm of the Black Mother. It’s not easy to find him either- beware of false prophets and wanabee magicians and limp shamanic totem toting holy men- because they can’t help you- because you’ll only know her name is Kali when you’re smart- and she won’t be wearing a name tag or a viewable necklace of skulls…no, she’s hidden and she’s not a lady- then she’s shifting between the dimensions slipping in slipping out and if you’re lucky- she takes you on a journey just like in Charles Dickens – A Christmas Carol- and you, my little wicked baby Scrooge- find out what’s up -and you find out what’s down- and you move forward through your disowned malicious intent to reproduce “mother” everywhere- and you SUCK that spiritual dick of God as HARD as you can- like it’s the LAST dick you’ll EVER see- and you swallow that holy truth- over and OVER again. (that’s where the word Hallelujah! came from btw-have some enthusiasm-put it together ok?)
And human earthling food makes her strong and sexy and the screen looks even huger than it’s pusher (whose YOU) and we WANT IT BAD- so we thirst for blood because her blood created us, consumed us from within- and we merged with mommy in the world of hard thrusting maggots into slimy bags of nutritious contracting blood boxes- and so I’m thinking you better look elsewhere for that next meal…I AM- and so I’m not eating because the answer is behind the eyes and the pineal gland gets stuck behind the spectrum of lust and tongue tied masturbation. I will only be with God. I will eat when God is ready for me. And you just don’t get it, I’m not human. This place is like a dream being projected into a make believe wall- it’s a mass sickness and we’re spinning and screwing ourselves ever deeper back into her wet sorcery.
Kali is only a goddess who gives you life when you worship the death of self indulgence- Kali is a ruthless whore when you think you’ve got it covered. She is an electric storm who offers no protection to the proud- you’ll see…pineal gland decalcification is the light you’ll want to rub up on…
It’s mothers blood that you taste and that you get drunk on- that withers your penis and closes the gates of recovery- and she wants to want you sweet sinner…(and mommy always gets what she wants honey pot) if I were you, I’d look into my head portal ASAP for the way home-away from her- it’s not here- and so make the call…S.O.S.
There is only her and the fulfilling of her desires at the cost of you- of course- whatever YOU are…it’s not what you think…morbid mommy-
tap tap tap that spinal cavity where the spiral grips the horn and squeezes with all its life.
(that’s a clue- that’s light infused)
Kali is only a door in your mind. In your heart she is wisdom. Your head is a cesspool of mother’s no-no’s and recipes for malnutrition… and also, if you think she’s got another orgasm for you dressed in a woman’s skin and soaked in cheap perfume- you, my dear, are as dead as the ghosts that ate your bloody newborn soul. Don’t let me scare you even though your carcass still moves and thinks and squirms beneath the squeeze of big, black mamma monster thighs…her immortal body is diseased and thriving with “us” as addicts- jones-ing- for another hit of perversity in every form…hungry, lifeless blood drinkers-spilling the poison into rags and killing the sperm. Take a dip into more of her blood- pools of blood, giving, taking the plot..there is nothing but blood as sacrifice, payment, and symbol- blood in three forms…
and so obviously I’m starving myself from the murk of the murder. I’m not a human. I’m not a lifeboat. I’m a lighthouse because the book said so.
Boom Shankar Bolinath Mahadeva