Transfigured and Immortal 5D

A cold that collapses into warm summer sorrow, the relief of grief spread from the tips through the veins. I held back the vengeance without averting my gaze, I took the pound softly, stomach fed to the floor. No remembering then or yesterday’s gripping -not a feather too soon was I lifted from fangs. A sharp fork that stabs into a bludgeoning of this pool- that pool, the bending mirror on her dark side of winter. Her snow white body covered my bed with her blood and her eyes. And I believed in what I saw as if lover’s held no quarrel, I took from what was found as if I’d never disappeared.

And so I rolled over only once as my breath turned to ice and I froze beneath you briefly as your head fell from your shoulders. This isn’t a one time wandering muse and this isn’t a pearl wearing moonlight beneath blankets- this is my testimony of what ended the wrath of the girl on the floor in your room turning tricks. And who’s fooling who once the door closes and who’s pouring who from the bucket this time?

You thought you could hold me or mold me like clay, you thought you could form me into the pain that makes whips- the love of punishment that bruises and ah’s…but there’s nothing beneath the sting of the whip, there’s nothing inside the eyes that turn over. Confession, repentance, annihilation- strip the one of all nudity and complexity- rub the one smooth like a baby undressed- and even as obliging and wild as I was -as quick as a fox seeking shelter- and even as soft as I was taking the blackness of a weight coated guilt- I was always blamed for being as cruel as a razor- mixing venom with sweat, sticking honey to the sting…

I’ll touch just a point in the midst of earth’s strain- my tongue speaking a language that only dead hear. My golden sounds pulling their bones from their moaning, my wet, loosened love lying earthless like mud. The mud that takes faces and turns them to worms, the mud that takes names and sucks them breathless beneath her. It isn’t as if I didn’t hear everything you said…before the temperature dropped and the death winds blew in…

“the little ways I tempt you are countless and hot.”

He stood there in black panties and said,  “you’re not the only one dreamweaver.”

I laugh so hard, I cry all the time…

because,

It doesn’t mean a thing, any of you. Your body isn’t real. Illusory and ticking- mechanical arms pulling breath from every moment. You better feed it sparkles and high, holy mounted fruits- you better dig deeper and find where that dog buried your bone…

she rarely makes sense when she’s dirty.

Our body is the bridge between heaven and earth. Our essence, when remembered, is the actual Christ. The transfiguration of Christ is the revealing of his rainbow body attainment. Character development is essential as is absolute stainless clarification on what you are and what you are not, what counts and what is frivolous, and most of all the desire above all other lesser desires -to actualize your inherent potential- and become the bridge, the rainbow between heaven and earth…

what will it take?

I’ll hunt down my dream and tear his feathers off one by one. I’ll stalk my nightmare until his skin crawls beneath my terror. I’ll move through the pitiful hider like a hole without a mouth. I’ll break every souvenir you ever collected. I’ll nail the door shut. I’ll cover the windows with shadows and fragments of faces, gray faces coming in to take you away, faces coming through the walls to hide beneath your bed. You’ll never get out of this place you’re so comfy…

and then….

I’ll make sure to rip open your deadly infection and I’ll drain that thick pus into every corner of your useless “goals.” I’ll cover you in ticks as big as fists and leaches that disguise themselves as women. I’ll shelter you with men who pound screws into lilies and defecate into perfect circles of yawning…

there isn’t a way to avoid the void of the voice that calls and negates and that facilitates grace. You cannot get by, you cannot rest between sides, you cannot lie in the shambles dreaming of new strength and possibilities one day…you cannot escape the inevitability of your room…

we live on the moon. The moon is a clock. The arms of time are moving and wrathful and this reflecting demon vampire sucks your blood from within. We are losing time, we are becoming a fragment of futility and we have no meaning but the time that we stop upon the face of this mirror. The sun’s door will open soon when the light is black and the voice is dead…

the sun will open and if you’re not ready to enter this portal, you will fall- face down on the moon clock and spiral deeper into the depths of the density we know as reality-wrapped in rings of ice like a straight jacket worn by a cold lunatic. This denser reality will grips you and shake you to your condensing core…ending moment by moment into complete useless, formless, emotionally monstrous oblivion to feel nothing but this for who knows how long?

The bridge between heaven and earth, the spoon in the devil’s mouth, the breasts of mother mary- you’ve eaten too much again…

this is the time of mass exorcism of astral parasites and worms that are chewing holes through you like swiss cheese. The exorcism is essential and we can do this ritual in various ways and you’re gonna thrash and gurgle and you’re gonna writhe and growl like the beast who is 666. It’s hard letting go, I get that. Profanities are all you have, that and excuses. We have no time for baby demons growing teeth. We have no time for companionship with lesser vessels. It is the time of the slaughter of beasts. It is the time of the exorcism of demonic possession- it’s a universal infection- gone viral.

The demon slips through your eyes from the wormhole screen. It never goes without it’s food, you’ve been eaten from the inside out, until there’s almost no more you. You both can’t occupy the same space- the host must relinquish dominion of the vessel -and so the rainbow bridge between heaven and earth- which was once who you were- becomes the putrifying tunnel from earth to way down below -because you’re housing hell and there’s nobody home but a fume of rot -and so into the burning ice and freezing fire of hell’s wedding bells…

worse than ghosts and predators, worse than whores with contagious venereal infections- no condoms for users- and the lust is more painful than the disease- and you’ve done this all to yourself. You’ve only been fucking yourself and you just don’t fathom the evil, hungry baby you’ve made…your swollen apples are as big as mountains and you can’t even take a bite…where you’re pregnant with rosemary’s baby and you’re starving and dying of thirst in this place where stank waters cover the carnal ground. Inside these waters are all the dead faces of the famine you’ve caused. All the dead bodies you ate and you raped.

Dear Cannibal,

we only ever eat the fruit of our actions…what I’m saying is that- whatever you won’t do now, whatever you won’t see now, whatever you won’t face or leave now, whatever you won’t give up now- whatever you won’t stop sucking and consuming- is waiting for you at the end of the world -and it’s coming soon- and you could have been the christened one…and look what you’ve done to the baby born beneath his star…

Ok yes, it’s a threatening way to say, protect yourself and prosper. Stop raping and taping and escaping. Listen and go to the voice of her eyes. She’s not doing anything but setting you free, whatever it takes. The rainbow body is the truth. The rest we imagine, make up, lie about, possess, hold onto, and are killed by…

don’t you want to live on the other side of the sun? We’ll be going soon but your body must resonate at a certain frequency and harmonic or you won’t survive the transition-you won’t rise transfigured. You should come and be the christ. It’s the christ realm and there are rainbows and jesus is everywhere. And it is the true voice of the living god who says, “shine brightly my sun”

…only after the storm is the promise of the rainbow. This is the transfiguration of the christ. This is the rainbow body attainment and it’s only feasible if you really want to ascend and if you become an initiate of the highest order.

and so I’m a threat and a warning and a force of nature unleashed -and really I don’t know why, nobody cares and you think it’s all for fun, entertainment and not literal- it’s ALL literal- you are not deciphering. I’m giving you the word, the sky is really falling. I mean it, and soon…don’t get broken…

rise in the light of christ.
Transfigured and Immortal 5D
Sharada Devi

3 thoughts on “Transfigured and Immortal 5D”

  1. so if I surrendered and gave it all to you…and I know that that is where it would end up…what’s to stop you from saying…now for the final test of your initiation…its time for you to let go of us…and then you and baba would disappear…with all of my retirement savings…which isn’t a lot…but its all that I have…I know that this is where this is all leading…and I am not slandering or lying…this is what I believe to be true…

    1. Right. That’s funny considering – this is a worn out topic- I’m not into a rehash- You can’t buy initiation Shane- you would need to be qualified in ways that money cannot buy- which you are not- so im sorry about that…

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