Dear Lyon Milo Duck ette,

Please take your hands off my cre­ation.. K THANX Bye

Was that A no I heard?

Dar­ling olf MAN, you were not invit­ed and you were specif­i­cal­ly denied entry TO THE EQUINOX OF THE GODS and told NO when you request­ed tick­ets for you and gig­gles. Mind you gig­gles would of been invit­ed had she bought for­ward her own work as woman un yoked by man.. sad­ly she is chained by you. speak­ing only when she is allowed to speak and only what you allow her to say.

There is time for you Con­nie to rise above the bull­shit of man, there will be women around you to give you a help­ing hand when­ev­er you need it. Not the ones that are blind­ed by milo light, they are even more bedaz­zled & stunned than you, how­ev­er the GOL and Khe­iron with the Astraea Sis­ters of the Heal­ing Hand will be there. We are legion. I guess you still have hope, that it will be as he said it would be, how­ev­er that bus left the sta­tion long ago, you are the one with the pow­er in your lit­tle hands Connie..it is in you not him. nev­er was in him, had to leech yours.

Milo Milo Choco­late Milk Drink that is very bad for you and full of sug­ar that rots your insides and mag­net­i­cal­ly attach­es to sick­ness. Fun­ny idea of silence you have run­ning your mouth off to all sundry every­where, falling allover your­self with error after error about mat­ter you have no clue about, I mean who was the angel you said of the apoc­a­lypse?

Prob­a­bly sandy they all say sandy.. Milo, sand angels are what kids do when they lie down in sand, there is no alpha Sandy angel.. but *smiles.. there is an amaz­ing Lumiel I know very well.… the for­got­ten arch angel.. Read all about Lumiel here and here and more to come with her/his true attrib­ut­es.. Like wicked sen‘32 se of very dry humour …  Met­al is Iron …  Khe­iron .. heir or iron  .… haha  see it all fits unlike your bol­lucks. dun­no where the 32 came from but ill leave it there ..

it is so embar­rass­ing to the work and the adorable free­dom that is behind the work to see you bow down/kow tow/pray *(to who) & proste­late your­self. (my new word for some­one who grov­els) I mean that pray­ing video? Nina shud­dered and said ooh that man is evil,  Jodi’s mouth caught flies with a “gaaah WTF is that”, Mel was ewww *cringe and I was flab­ber­gast­ed, man you are not real, unlike my real live friends there, your words are emp­ty and we all here want to know what dafuq are you pray­ing to? That word sal­ad was ter­ri­ble and the patri­arch pon­tif­i­cat­ing hell no. Who Dafuq do you think you are? the pope kiss­ing one ring too many ?

Milo, you and every­thing you rep­re­sent are the Why and What and the very rea­son I am here…patriarchal non­sense and priests … damn boy, you tipped those scales way too far over­board.. that “chris­t­ian priest persona“is dis­gust­ing. Very David Kore­sh.. tell them enough times it becomes true eh.…

Hoot­note: I see you doing read­ings with decks oth­er than ThoTh.. sad .. ThoTh only awards loy­al­ty. That would be like me Hor’ver­ing© the Rid­er Waite.. *rolling eyes*. No won­der AL/ThoTh is not hap­py.

My work has been black list­ed by you and OTO and OTO mem­bers are active­ly encour­aged through your miss-use of Mag­ick to ignore my work and dis­miss it. I do believe this goes back to the 90s when I first released the Mayet Man­u­script with the lost 33 degrees. Do you do that with every­one’s work or am I just that spe­cial? and how is that going to look on you when you are exposed for bury­ing truth and tryin gto put it to sleep again?

Today I watched your video of today or yes­ter­day the 30 minute bor­ing ser­mon all about the child and the blood, just a lit­tle dab on the chest. You almost orgasmed over the blood on the chest, did you get more thirsty? Sure looked bad, you showed your underneath..its not nice… oh more on my blood lat­er btw. Any­hoots, I laughed when you said boy child and then you looked side­ways with a slight gri­mace for just that moment too long and said “or girl” and thought yay final­ly he has wok­en up to “oh shit it’s her”

yup­pers he knows IAM here watch­ing *for 30 secs which is all the grey­ness I can stand. So you have final­ly wok­en up to my exis­tence on the same aero’­plane as you. Hi Lyon Milo, do you think  you can shh­hh now? Stop taint­ing and poi­son­ing ME. espe­cial­ly as you do not know what or who ME is.

ME is NUNYA to you. None of your busi­ness. Your job, whether you like it or not is to close down the OTO in it’s cur­rent form and pass your “flock” over to my capa­ble hands. WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.

Did you tell your flocky brethren that I had destroyed your tem­ple and kicked sand all over it? or are you going to just keep going and pre­tend you still have the pow­er that you do not hold and had to steal and thieve it in the first place? Hon­ey bunch­les, the sun in the south is a woman.. moth­er sun… daugh­ter moon

Saint Frances of the South

I also note you and your lit­tle wifey are beg­ging for mon­ey again on your time­line again.. greedy lit­tle man aren’t you now?.  .. only weeks after you put the gig­gly lit­tle attach­ment up for saint­hood, that alone has earned you more fire IRE than you will know what to do with. You want to make a con a saint? you dis­gust­ing decrepit old man.

Just to bal­ance that fatal boo­boo mis­take of yours. Meet your new REAL Saint. And best every­one get on board with this one real fast.

Saint Frances Fay
Arch (Angel) of the south.

Patron Saint of Dead Chil­dren, youth and those who died acci­den­tal­ly or by sui­cide. Angel of all lost chil­dren and all pagans.
Her true Feast day is July 2nd when we cel­e­brate Can­cer, the moth­er and Great grand­moth­er of all friend and com­pan­ion to every­one. (that’s the 11 bro­ken down for you *smiles) Cel­e­bra­tions are also held on April 30 May 1 for the deaths of all chil­dren, and youth before their time. That goes for all who died before their time, they all come under the lov­ing arms and pro­tec­tion of Saint Frances Fay the beau­ti­ful.

Saint Frances of the south­ern sun, is there for all women suf­fer­ing oppres­sion and will answer cries for help, souls who have been crushed and tears of pain. More on Saint Frances Fay Archangel of the south lat­er.

Yes I made my moth­er not only a saint but an archangel too. I gave her wings Milo, I took my wings off my back and gave them to her to fly with because I can.

Faun — Pan 

Shit Ignant666 and Shi­va called me Faun about 7 years ago now and you just woke up to the par­ty after miss­ing and toss­ing off on it for so long. I must admit to hav­ing mul­ti­ple gig­gle ses­sions with my girls over your sheer hubris and super inflat­ed ego think­ing i was this annoy­ing sim­ple crazy­woman sprout­ing non­sense.

(haha I was) but this non­sense is real and flick­ing me away with your hand shows sooo much more about you than it does about me. Very lack­ing. You have not even had the com­mon decen­cy to say hel­lo and greet me unlike Bart who may delete my com­ments but at least he gives me a love heart with it. NEWS IS you can­not con­trol the nar­ra­tive and you cer­tain­ly can’t con­trol me, even my gov­ern­ment has giv­en me a stamped con­vic­tion of being UNCONTROLLABLE.

I see now why I was told by DoTh to wait to post this announce­ment today, over a month since I emerged shell shocked but very awake. Sim­ply because you could­n’t wait to rat­tle your mouth off, show­ing off just how much you know about today (noth­ing) and mak­ing a total fool of your­self when this comes out with the truth of all your crap.

mr Duck please step down from the pull­pit

so with­out fur­ther ado here is the truth of the Aeon..as revealed through your lies.

Transmutation

First­ly thank you for the trans­mu­ta­tion that I did not ask for. One boon­bane of mine is truth. If some­one lies to me or thwarts me, instant­ly a down­load cur­rent bang of truth hits my data­banks hard. You lied when you said you would not accept a prater intel­li­gence, when you had all been rit­u­alling your­self out of exis­tence since the atroc­i­ty that is Jack Par­son­’s and Lie 49. We shall call him Icarus shall we, flew a bit close to the sun with his illu­sion, and yet I see it is accept­ed as cur­ricu­lum for OTO. Pathet­ic.

From Crow­ley’s Death Day 1st of Decem­ber to the Win­ter Sol­stice on Decem­ber 21 2024 I was being con­di­tioned, upgrad­ed data banks and DNA Changes. It was a time­less process trig­gered by you pub­licly thwart­ing my exis­tence. and I won­der  about that, Did you do it pur­pose­ful­ly so you could con­trol and destroy it before it had begun? Did you for­get who I real­ly am and this is sooo much big­ger than even you can see? It was bin­go after all. My reflec­tions of Doth con­tains the truth .. as I write it and tells of me destroy­ing the tem­ple. There are no tem­ples oth­er than moth­er earth her­self.

1, it is not your choice and has sweet F’all to d with you when how and if any­one, let alone a prater intel­li­gence incar­nates, stick to your own lane. You know Praeter means MORE than Human?

you have con­trolled the nar­ra­tive of ThoTh since you pub­lished your easy to under­stand guide to milos inter­pre­ta­tion of Thoth and now I believe the next one is the tarot archi­tect.. so the world has to read ThoTh to your lim­it­ed under­stand­ing. wow how hor­ren­dous of you.  CROWLEY knew it would be bas­tardized and my job would be tough with­out proof, so he wrote it all in there .. from here to eter­ni­ty the keys will be uncov­ered  

AND well how son, can you write about Tarot when I hold all the keys to ThoTh because I am ThoTh  .. as Al was He was the ibis I am the lady Swan.. the Pen . Writ­ing any book on tarot ThoTh would require one to hold the key to the mir­ror of ThoTh at the very least. All you have is tired fad­ed delud­ed rhetoric that you are already con­di­tion­ing your “flock” with the old famil­iar tired, over­done, worn out brain­wash­ing sto­ry of a birth that nev­er hap­pened. SCHTAP!!!!

Cre­ation has noth­ing to do with a child­birth, or a wee baby bairn,  you all made a com­plete mess of that one by tak­ing out the Moth­er.

You had years to bring out the truth behind ThoTh it is there on the right.. cov­er­ing over the 93 *wink wink. Look close­ly it phas­es.

3141 Lama ALMA Maal with a dip­pythong that makes MAEL not MALE like Samael

these peo­ple are wor­ship­ping you, not the events or changes. Why is that Ducky? Could it be because you put your­self up there front and cen­tre of the whole she­bang as some kin­da apoc­a­lyp­tic GURU /.. the OTO expert on the AEON of ME? OTO Gate­keep­ing? Seems so. How hard is it for you to find mate­r­i­al to fit with your illu­sion over truth, I notice you reached the bot­tom of the Enochi­an bar­rel and man­aged to put your­self up there as an enochi­an mag­ick expert too and you still man­aged to regur­gi­tate the Jesus illu­sion while you were at it. NO IMAGINATION. anoth­er gene miss­ing in man. Appar­ent­ly Enoch is me .. who knew ..I could guess you gath­ered your flock of magi­cians and told them to come to Enochi­an mag­ick class­es for prac­tice and to put baby back to sleep and charged them a for­tune to do it..what is that dona­tions you said? Jim­my bak­er and tam­mie fay had dona­tions too, they all feed off their flock.

All these years with ThoTh and you still haven’t opened the book. I must admit, it is not just the book, the book must reflect in life itself. .. and the book is all about Women and chil­dren first. oh and AL’s secret .. *laugh­ing my head off .…  you know al was THE BEAST right?

The amaz­ing thing is.. I knew exact­ly what the new aeon was about in 1992/93 when I was shown my first vision of it by Kei­th, you can call him Kether if you like. Amaz­ing being he is. Our home was set high above the whole sub­urb of Figtree, three floors, five bed­rooms, three liv­ing areas in Walang Avenue above SAADS shops.

One night Kei­th and I were out star gaz­ing on the back bal­cony, search­ing for satel­lites. we had been lost in it for hours just soak­ing up the uni­verse when kei­th grabbed me and said watch this. He was stand­ing in the mid­dle of the area with his back towards the door and I was fac­ing both him and the house.

As he said that he took a drag on his cig­a­rette and had a big sip of Port, just as he did that from the cor­ner of my eye, I could see some­thing that looked like a star fly­ing down towards us behind and to the side of Kei­th. It came down fast and then curved around the back of Kei­th, by now I was stand­ing next to him under his arm. As the light object came in, it left an echo trail behind it and as it came around me I saw that it was actu­al­ly a 2d pic­ture of a car­toon kan­ga­roo. It spun past me and “bang” slammed into Kei­ths chest, drop­ping the big man to the ground like a fly. He could­nt breathe and just lay there. I took his drink from him and took a long sip of the port myself while I rec­on­ciled what I had just seen, the stun­ning “out of this world”  star with the sil­ly Kan­ga­roo pic­ture.

Part 2 Cre­ation to come in hours