To Gunna,
please take a look in the mirror and see the other side
Gunna ..
The sword is a pen it cuts with words like a knife ..
if you are ever the end of it you know you are in strife. ..
the pen is a sword a serpentine arrow mated for life
the answer is in the lady swan they call her his wife
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See Gunna way too much war in you .. thy only battle is with thyself son ..no thrusting swords into hearts on the field this time ..it’s all about rectificando
Queenswords ..Queens Words Gunna
oh Gunna
If I was that child I would cringe ..and I am ..
as a pure being war is something tainted ..
an oft unnecessary and pain in the ass ..oh we have too many boys in the world ..let’s do a cull ..how about a war .. that will make a few mumnas sad
And you talk war on one hand and beg for the child from the other .. you will not see the child because your heart has war in it
What is needed is advanced prater humans to lead the children into tomorrow by standing behind them protecting encouraging and inspiring them
Not placing fear and war and horror onto the innocent
Navigation grace acceptance ability to admit wrong ability to understand that averting war is where heroes stand … Protecting all that is born before wanting more to fight wars
That time has come and gone as we move into tomorrow man must admit the mistakes he has made before stepping thru that door to tomorrow .. without that knowledge of man’s debt to mother
And that doorway will not be found until the heart is pure as she is never to be found
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And your protection is weak there is none you are so open to corruption for your greed and need for war .. you can be exploited you are open to that clip clop .. because you have that deficit of lust of war it can be used by anyone with power or that think they have power ..
Why are you so full on war ??..”build the war machine” is to build yourself above war
i love how people put twists on things for their own perverted needs ..not you WattleBlossomDraco
like jack parsons and liber 49 ..did not go to well for him fucking a illusionary babylon babe .. well how?!! grandma does not do that shit boy and the lies.
*insert grandma standing in her apron at the stove performing a megadramatic facepalm then getting dizzy from the head smack on the table in her old age …. grandma has no thees thous or verilily’s …….. so bam blew him into the big banger ..
when is somoene going to state the truth where is that obvious troll Captain Obvious when you need him
red current needs the serum they do not have
the tears of an angel..
innocence of a child
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It is the Aeon of ME from The Queens “and
namorrorddo-interpretation-2It is the Aeon of ME from the Center of The Earth’s Power Base of The Queens Land downunder. Negative Powered System of Success Creation Inspiration and lumination. In conjunction with her twin children Aeons of SNML Samael Satan and her Sentient Animals. Her twin sister the Aeon of LMNS Lumiel (Lamael) Luminating the path and the way of YHI (Yindi/Djingoo ) Belah Feminine Southern Sun who luminates her biryt with the light from her heart to keep her people luminated and warm from the cold and dark.
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protected by the Guardians and Earth Spirits Namorrorddo, Biame, His Sons the Kaiditcha and the sisters of the black moon.
One huge issue in society today is how the mental health traumas of one unevolved being, who has no skills or tools to rise above and conquer damage, continue to flick sparks of that trauma on to all around, setting others on fire and destroying those that they deem to be inferior to their narcissistic Superior beinghood.
This Arch person, so miserable in their abject misery that they MUST drag and shove others they perceive as weak down with them. This usually means women, this not so bright arch is most often raised by a weak mother who the arch despises.
The Arch despises the mother, not unlike Aleister Crowley did, for turning away, standing by or even contributing to the arch child’s abuse and trauma.
The Arch is cowered by the male father figure and or any authority male that has been placed in their life. This guy makes sure he doesn’t do a mile over the speed limit but will call women garbage and shit on their work without a backward glance or ownership responsibility on the damage his bomb has caused.
But everyone loves a good trainwreck especially that trainwreck driver, the snickynack, who did come back on a sneaky commando hit and run move, taking another chunky bite out while he thinks his victim is down and out incapacitated with fear of trickydicknicks who meanwhile is sitting in his cold dark dank unit, miserable and angry with life the universe and all women in it. with only his farting pooch for company as he expects to watch Rome burn.
The most intelligent profound “criticism” ever. I was left in awe at the mensa level genius displayed. The points all neatly set out in debate format. It deserves a category all of itself in the Darwin Awards under “Deleting Brain Cells Out Of Existence One Whisky at Time”.
Only It didnt burn, tables were turned and out old specimen Flicknick was rolled out on the red carpet and dunked in everyone latte coffees with soy like a pink marshmellow melting in the heat. Meanwhile , everyone laughs their heads off till their teeth Ache at the ineptitude of Pricknick, sitting rading this with steam coming out his ears in pain from punching the wall with his pooch cowering in the corner with fear.
Nicklick would of got himself excited at the thought of his victim of his hit and run “Utter Garbage” comment getting all irate like and responding subserviant to his grand awesomeness of his rocketing great comment because these arches have no light source in the architrave to get energy from, the arch of the nicknack feeds off the power of the arches victim as they let go of their own power.
As it exudes from VIC, it is devoured by the arch, feasted on, to fill top up the arch power for a little bit of time until that drains too. Rinse repeat. The arch learns clever more devious ways over time to get maximum power, to extend the ill-gotten gains, leaving the bodies and souls without strength or lust behind them. They watch other similar arches in action, the methods assimilated and adopted as part of the program to gain food.
this arch can not sit still with themselves. The mind is so tightly compartmentalized and catalogued, right down to the cabinet of “smiles for the right time and situation” and “sympathy comments to use”this is them. As they do not naturally feel those emotions, everything is faked a facade hk
If anything it is a shadenfraude moment for the Arch, an almost orgasmic result of the energy they put out, which in my case, the case of the “nick nack he’s a whack’, I captured it all in my lil hand and spun it around. I got the whole world in my hands well at least Nicks I do. It is their one moment of power in a life spent powerless and Nicks did not turn out so well for him did it? Well that escalated quickly didn’t it Nick, a lil hint for other than “LiL is about mother” is to take a long look into the persons eyes they you are about to tear down Nick and when you see the truth in there, think twice or three times before you do that kamikaze hit and run garbage move.
It was very trashy Nick, lacked class, like you. The say a persons comments reflect them, But do not worry I think it and you are utter garbage at the best of times, your sheer hubris and arrogance denudes you to the base simple ‘simp you are.
be wary of your though forms and actions yickynick, things have changed as the instant the thought leaves you, its hits the mirror and does not pass unless it comes from the lust of love. i other words, you will be shredded the instant you try and shred someone else, Unlucky for < you you chose me.
This is why they all turn to magick, thinking they do not need to do the work, they can just spit power out when they want how they want on to who they want. Invisibly sneaky deception mutton dressed as lamb. The same façade as the person who walked those steps before them and the same façade as the ones that will walk those narcissistic steps after.
Up to now, they could get through the guards because the guards were just as corrupted, all getting more and more blindfolded to truth as time moves around. Using the collective mind “chit chat” they learn to cut corners and achieve moderate success, enough for them to think they are invincible.
They learn the power of words, and see it play out in their victims. How easy it is. Nick you are useless with all the huge WORD SPeLL constructs of Useless and it’s shadow in the mirror
He is a Hap hap Happy, yes a hap hap happy boy! Nick Not So Bright Gaslighter Of Woman and other lesser beings than his Frowny Beingship
Speaking of Criticism Nick Albright,, your effort, like you is what us Aussies call “piss poor” I reckon my reply to your wankness cut’s the mustard pretty well though, Mercurially so don’t ya think, well you do not think, if you actually had enough braincells and genes to think you would of backed off instead of pulling your tiny pecker out and waving it in front of Satan Swan.
*shrugs* yesterday, all his troubles seemed so far away, cos he believes in yesterday, not today and certainly not tomorrow. Maybe once it may have worked and I can see by the nickygnat it always has for him. He came back for another bite with his dumb as dog shit ” hit and run gaslit comments”
but that didn’t last either, nickygnat got a paddywhack and didnt like it. SO He is sulking at the moment .. and seething.. I see beer guzzled, peeing on a stump and he is prolly telling his pupper all about the mean dumbass woman that slapped him across the face. (ps get your prostrate checked Nickydo)
Usually raised by a single mom but if the father is there in the home, he is is absent mostly. drunk or drugs or violence and oh so so authoritarian.
Nick the Gnat is the black sheep the youngest most likely.. may have younger sibs but there is a age gap ..unless a sis but most like an older sister who does everything correct or he has older brothers .. nah unless they lived in diff him to him Did your dad kill an animal of yours nickydon’t?
NickelNick got picked on at school and soon, became that asswiper that saw how easy women and smaller children were to target and it soon became a bandaid or a nice cold ice block gifted to a kid after a boo boo to make someone else cry. If daddy made Nickslit cry to be sure to be sure there would be three that Nickwit would pick n make cryin place.
I don’t know why these old time fathers picked on the boys so much but they felt the boy wasn’t man enough, dad thought the lad was a sissy, a mumma’s boy, no matter if he was or wasn’t. It was how his tired trapped angry Daddy figure perceived and felt back then especially if the lad was an artist or poet bookworm who did not like football .
I still look at it part via the father’s latent homosexuality in a world that did not accept gay. like the old
“when I was a kid you would of had the gay slapped out of you” as a parent sees a child leaning towards gay being accepted as part of life today.
And kid they are, that part of them, the emotional grounding and stability of being, never grows root. it stays shrivelled and dried up at kid level emotional responses and all that would spring from that emotional grounding stemming from being watered instead of choked like our boy here, never develops either.
Things like love, caring, sharing. instinct, intuition, feelings. emotions never bud into fruition, instead a lost feeling overcomes, a feeling of “I don’t know so I will pretend I do”.
The arch sees everyone else being happy but the arch does not know how to feel that happy. The programming of happy was interrupted. Their programming got interrupted full stop and that did not just stop at the happy. All emotions are now fractured with broken stems, malformed, dis-attached and inactive shells.
On one level deep down in the subconscious unconscious the arch realises they are incomplete and there is something missing in them that they see in others, a joy, a spark, a SHINE. They try to copy and emulate what they see in others however, it is stilted, stifled and staggered, unnatural so but by this stage of their development or lack of development it is easier to blame others so in each and every instant, if you know one of these arches,. they blame others for their woes and crows.
and because “*it* the SHINE is lacking in them, that part of them knows they are missing that piece, The Shine, so they look for it in others. They see a person with the spark of life vitality, The Shine where the arch has none and they gravitate towards it, the ArchBeing thinking “who is this that has what I want. I do want.”
This is where and when the narcissism is simmered, blended roughly and poured to cement dry. The Arch being thinks He has this that I do not have, I am just as deserving as him, why do I not have this? With no answer forthcoming, the Arch then excuses himself from not having the shine by picking out each and every fault of the person they perceive to have the shine that they do not have. By the time they are finished, they have stuck themselves up on a pedestal and swept the other person under the carpet, then wiped the floor with their listed assets making them liabilities in the Arches mind.
In the Arch mind,he believes himself now not only equal to the Shine Being, they are now superior to the shine’ee with a long list of “becauses”
So what a person who meet them thinks is a magnetic attraction to a pairing of same levels, they are actually making an inferior unbalanced pairing the has not choice but by the very nature of the pairing, to fail catastrophically. The Arch, while attaching themselves to what they want that is not inside them soon gathers information in a long bulky mind file on the “Person with that Shine” to use in future reference.
The first thing they do is to find out every little detail about the thing that contains the something they want; the new “Pretty” victim, a shiny new chew toy specimen. ” This is called love bombing.
This part of the program takes much care of attention, the Arch completely surrounds the shiny chew toy and portrays the epitome of “the knight in shining armour” while pretending they are more lit than the real deal. They will listen for hours while their chew toy relates the woes of the past, the wrongs done to them, the Arch only interrupting to get more intricate details, offer a hug for the tears, or to put forward their Arch Heroic pretend outrage at the chew toys distress They will regale the chew toy with tales of what they, the Manly Arch hero would of done to save their toy from the bad evils”.
The Sympathy and empathy seem real and the chew toy has no reason not to take the Arch at his word, so they gratefully accept the illusion being wove for them.
every moment of the Arches time is spent maintaining and building the illusion. A funny one just came to mind as I thought about my now dead husband number 3.
He looked me straight in the eyes one day and almost pleaded with me as he simpered, saying “I have a reputation I must uphold with all my mates Magi”. I just stared at him and blinked.
This little interlude with Sam was refreshing after the vibes of the past weeks. It was great to duel with someone not conditioned fanatically with the solar phallic illusionary sky fucker God and all its temple’y poisons.
Its funny, or not but the minute one of the fat controllers or employees of the monkey matrix aka matrix monkeys step in my path, I feel the seethe in waves of vitriol coming from. They are really miserable with their lives but heck once a monkey always a monkey and I am doubtful and honest when I say..
none will change.
I will create the perfect system so they people can move around more and more often
Mayet Swan Oh fantastic did Lon duck send in his resignation ..people can start learning what thoth is about now
Sam Corsentino Wait is Lon the outer head of the OTO if that’s the case he’s good but if not it’s probably bad|
Sam Corsentino wait so we can have three papal elections at once holy shit who doesn’t love Lon
Mayet Swan isnt it funny .. in an ironic vibrating way
1, events start rolling of the Pockyap end of 2024. manymany of the creator children are triggered so they can create their own mythos moving forward after The virgin birth grand illusion is seen for the lie and genocidic mess it was
2, Aqua Aura is opened (seen in the Majors on the flip)
3, Southern Power Systems fire up ready to lead the new Aeons (the three in one)
4, Trump trumps America keeping most in north distracted and controlled with america all over the ball park while events in the south begin to breathe and pulse
5, revelations begin
6 pope is on his last legs for the three running legs of man
Anyone would think that the universe has a grand plan ..,
benign malevolence is a chocolate milk drink duckie that is sickly sweet and unable to be tolerated ..
see through the eyes to the lies
Mayet SwanTrump and Musk check the ears Elons is perfect trump has a bandage on his munted ear and he is holding the “football”
I think this is way past the insane level .. spinning that many times that it slides itself it right past “crazy as bro” and somehow lands on “this is the really real reality “
John Bell I liked your analysis; the dark background gives us more subtle clues ( it looks like industri waste dump to me ) ; all polluted….. Just like our sad EMOTIONS that weigh us down with negative thinking; weaknesses; apathy and fear. Its a glass half – empty.Only with postive thought can we ever grow to see the light.
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Michael Burr we are the victims of rhetoric .. Our minds are amazing.. we use 10 percent of it.. its alektric as bro all synapsy like
Well, when you are trained by conditioning and rote learning .. one finds one has no mind to control because it is all mindless quollwaffle
“I dont know my mind i am a victim of my mind .. come and control me everyone .. ”
hey I see you did psychology 101 ..
did they give you a piece of paper with degree on it? I got an 11 .. I didn’t even know they had 11 degrees .. goes well with my 33 degrees i got way back dunno what degrees they are farenheit or celcius … I dont do cold though.. its too cold in the cold to do cold to get a cold.
ugh your words *shudders* .. sorry shedding time ..
industrial waste dumps are amazing things so alive .. funny thing is .. they are not ALL poilluted or polluted..you don’t venture down tracks enough Mickey and look under and over so many corners caves and pure treasure colonies of life
Mayet's Comment on Public Post By Robert Allen
Post below
In 2011, scrying the 30 Enochian Aethyrs in Lon DuQuette’s Monday night Magick class…
We did all 30 Aethyrs several times over the many years I religiously attended his class. If you were there for all 3O Aethyrs you got a certificate at the end that attested, in classic DuQuette fashion: I Have Seen It All.
In 2011, scrying the 30 Enochian Aethyrs in Lon DuQuette’s Monday night Magick class, scrying the 23rd Aethyr (TOR), I got what I still consider a landmark vision, which now in this season of the Return of the Light seems worthy to share.
TOR, 23rd Aethyr. Binah in Yetzirah, or possibly the supernal triad to the previous Aethyrs, or the middle Aethyr of the three attributed to Hod.
The tarot cards are The Priestess, Adjustment, and The Moon. It begins:
Coming quickly to the blue mask of the Goddess, and then beyond, into the space behind her eyes I pressed up against the watery void covered by an oily sheen. I pressed through, my hands making an incision, parting the barrier, forming as they did a wedge, like a spade, or some other device designed to part, or spread her veil.
As the governor’s names are spoken I descend into a nocturnal scene—a park with three street lamps towering above the otherwise dark scene—these are the angels of the Aethyr. I can see that there are benches and trees, and a broad, paved walking path, which I leave, veering off into the wooded, un-pathed parkland outside of the conservative, and safe pathways.
I pass under the trees and into the darkness and recall the park near where I grew up. As I do so I make my way to the familiar duck pond, and there are ducks, though I am more attracted by the black, still water as the most important feature.
And the darkness now seems to swallow me, while a great wind in the trees wracks the branches overhead. I bend over, stooping down and dig my fingers into the moist earth; and I lay on the ground and press my face into its moistness, smelling the rich earthy scent of wet soil. And then I find that I am lying on the swelling mound of a woman’s pelvis, a rich rug of thick, black, curling pubic hair beneath me, and I can smell and taste the sex as I allow myself to feel the familiar desire, and pleasure, and also that intense "mystery" mingled with dread that I remember experiencing during my very first sexual experience with a woman.
At this point I remind myself that I am actively penetrating this darkness with love and desire, following the impulses wherever they might indicate, with a determination to go wherever the vision leads.
In the sweet, moist, warm darkness I can now see a wide hollow space ahead, where there is a prayer stall, or a one-person church pew where I see myself kneeling and praying furiously; and where the sense of desire and devotion are now become one thing, indistinguishable…
But the sense of movement in the vision is strong, and shortly I have moved beyond this vigil where I enter a rowboat (later I recalled how it was shaped as a crescent moon, its front and back tapering to the thinning horns of the crescent) waiting for me on the bank of an equally dark river, as it floats on the black water—and there is something in the boat with me…
It is an ominous presence, and dark beyond dark; and I am not sure what I will find when we embrace, for surely we must embrace; and we do...
The folds of its robes are darkness itself, and I am surprised though not shocked to find that it is a devouring monster, or vampire.
There now ensues a life and death struggle. But I remind myself again that I am committed to taking the images as far as they will go....so we tear at each other, and I respond with equal savagery, giving as good as I get, holding nothing back, piercing its form with my hands, even to thrusting my entire arms deep into its body and tearing with my teeth, wailing, even as I am torn and brutalized with equal savagery.
It is a violent and desperate encounter; and it is here that I might have recoiled in uncertainty and doubt; but I persisted with every cell of my being, now more curious than anything else about what could possibly be beyond this violence and desperation.
Equally we shredded each other, though it seemed I was more intact than it when the intensity of the struggle abated… And yet, I do not feel I got the upper hand, only that there was a transformation of sorts—our two bodies left behind, still locked in deadly violence, perhaps.
In any event I felt changed, wearing the strips or remnants of the other on my breast and shoulders as both trophy and incriminating evidence.
Beyond the fray I was much lighter and calmer—beyond that brutal necessity—able to go on, if that makes any sense—perhaps I died…
And it is here the boat runs aground on a black mound of earth rising from the surrounding black waters. The mound of earth on which I now stood, having climbed some way onto its higher, more level ground was pierced with poles, all tilted in a chaotic fashion, somewhat like crudely placed poles at a carnival or circus, with strings of lights strung between their tops. These poles were painted in a traditional Candy Cane motif of spiraling white and red stripes. The lights had no power and were dark.
I walk among the poles, and feel this place to be someplace very specific, and this is important, difficult to get to—am I rising on the planes or descending to deeper depths, it’s hard to say...
I think to myself that this is the first dry mound of mythic history, i.e. the famed mound of earth of Egyptian mythology that emerged from the waters of chaos before dawn of time. I reflect how the sun will emerge from this mound when it is his time, but not now—now is not that time.
I ask myself: which god was first, and which radiated forth as the actual sun, Kephra or Amoun?
And now I am no longer calling the shots but acting, informed with another intelligence; and I press the palms of my hands to the moist, black earth I am standing on. And I feel with this gesture a vital force flowing up, into my physicality—though I am in the spirit vision I still feel my body as an essential vehicle for this experience. And as if I were a mere puppet, the force takes control of my mouth, and the organs of speech, forming a word I can only witness. There is no volition on my part, only an expectant watching and experiencing. And spontaneously, in the moment I begin to repeat the word ‘mother’, over and over…
This action is part of the movement of the whole vision and seems to move through me of its own willfulness.
I can only observe how it is the naming of something quite large, much larger than any local or pedestrian experience of my personal mother, because it is ‘the mother’ that I am commemorating as the word informs my hyper-physicality—the mound—the goddess…
And then, feeling utterly spent, and a little shaken by the whole thing I find myself back in Lon DuQuette’s living room
My Reply Comment By Mayet.
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Her best known name is zeus at the end of the day, it is S
Hod is cronus not saturn
8 adjustment 2 priestess 18 moon
tells me exactly the ionic deception you were under
that is path 28 and you were on the 30th aethyr? see the error the missing 2 ensured your energy in any dharma would of gone to the fat controller in the room
try it again with 8 adjustment 4 emperor 18 moon then you will see the deception in your room more clear .. = 30
and refer to page 121 and 122 of boTH, it has a NEW initiation message for you
now that you came to my blue mask.. go back there and tell me about it from your vision .. did you notice the way it shimmered? did you notice that it wasnt really blue it was intangible but it reflected blue .. did you notice the golden band edging with the amazing stones that weren’t stones but reflected and refracted .. did you notice the way it was so perfectly shaped around her beautiful face…
you did not go through the mask, you bounced back .. that is what a mask does .. in legend it is call the invisiiblity cap or blue crown. you cannot go through a mask you need to remove it to see the true face of that which is behind.
and that mask you saw, unless it was stunning and beautiful in itself as I described you saw the false kings mask .. fell into his oily pit .. saw the vision as he wanted you to see it, gave him all your energy from opening your “zeus” current ensuring you fell back weak and drained and missing that zeus spark until you can charge it up again..
if your heart was pure you would of seen mothers face behind the mask. mother is not oily she is the matriarch lioness. BabaLon Grandmother lion ….. baba means grandmother not grandfather
the room you came from was the block .. and where you sent your energy to.. powering up the illusion of ion
oh my god boy I power you up not leave you feeling exhausted and spent.. had you of communicated with me you would of hit back to earth with a joyous bounce and began creating and spreading more magick..
I am stunned but this is what i needed to see evil at work
there is only ever 3 involved with the 1 mother at the top her left hand 2 and right hand 3 and they are all 1 .. o that is nun so thats 0 =3 out of the way 0=4 0 =5 0 6 =1 out of the way… 0 = 2 out of the way .. so … 0= 10 X but doesnt work ok got that one out of the way however 11 double of a double.. so 8 the balance topped by inbalnce creates 0 = 9 = x in number form — the edit typo type 0 crushed that one…
3 x 3 that works .. got that one out of the way .. still confusing say it easier female XX male XY he has a missing leg, henc the three runninglegs of man, that is due to the ligature garrote mirror man placed between him and mother … anyways…. when the third is created , it breaks though the block man created with the fake mirror .. crushes the bullshit temple breaking that last leg off man to become V lightning and thunder with storm that produced it and all that ensues
the daughter the 4 that is 5 who wrote the deck to stand on one = all = 0 and 0 is all and we go in circles again … so man created numbers in the effort to find the intangible .. so man hD TO PUT THE MIRROR IN AND GO .. in order to find a point you need another point to define the first, the line .. see that is the true the mirror there .. the only way to see the point is to see the mirror of not from another point new mirror line or the shape of triangulation, more mirrors or the new mirror of the six with the inverted triangle and the twelve when you invent a new mirror you call a shadow universe …… you have created a universe of questions, that stems more questions on the pi go round and yet the answer is still in the mirror .. u but there is to much alla-alma-nois aka mona lisa illusion
in your shadow leg land that is 9 101 13 but that doesnt work it ha bene moved on to the old new current
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an illusion creates truth that destroys an illusion .. an illusion can destroy an illusion however when a destruction order is issued on truth it goes nowhere
see page 140 141 December 12 1909. 7-8 12 midnight
