Inpu Mah 

it is my will of all, of which you dont
when tomor­row comes, for you it wont
I knelt my knee and removed my wings
that day of moth­er when the bell did ring

I hand­ed them back thanks I will decline
cov­ered in sin under­stand­ing is sub­lime
I can­not move on with the lies that you said
count­less souls over time of whom you have bled

X came before Y it is so sim­ple all true
woman is your prey and you soon over­threw
you took out her lust and made it a crime
due to that choice genome’s now in decline

and then there was birth from a vir­gin no less
and Franken­stein him­self a star came to bless
you cre­at­ed a sto­ry from the base of all lies
where does it end cant you hear moth­er’s cries

you preach of mes­si­ah all right­eous and just
anoth­er illu­sion for us to hand over trust
a build­ing from lies will sink in the sand
reap­ing the spoils of a now des­o­late land

a hunter and tak­er of that is that is no doubt
life is a bal­ance give more than you take out
instinct and intu­ition two genes miss­ing in man
and that’s all you lust for your impos­si­ble plan

remem­ber my words when I spoke them at dawn
all I had made from my arms you have torn
the one thing in life you can­not run from is fate
what you do to destroy me I take to cre­ate

all you have done to put blocks in my path
each time you stall me I sit silent in wrath
an equal and oppo­site reac­tion will be had
the case of a lie mir­rors truth my ayyad

my blind­fold has gone I am for­ev­er untied
peer all around you of the future now scryed
look deep in my eyes at the truth you doth see
all tem­ples are locked and only I have the key

where there is boon there is always the bane
your greed for pow­er broke all rules arcane
to cre­ate a destruc­tion in the vor­tex you touch
icarus now learns why the fire is too much

around and around you dig down in your trench
Thur­miels hunger is a lust you can’t quench
try as you may qliphoth is your only result
reli­gion is noth­ing but a brain­wash­ing cult

your  thirst for divin­i­ty is by rote as you go
takes you fur­ther away from cur­rent and flow
beg­ging for more of fools buck­ets of gold
self check of com­pass was the first that you sold

your life is bar­ren from all that is is right
inside you are taint­ed for that you are blight
bac­te­ria spreads when left out of the sun
a para­dox of tol­er­ance which I have Nun

INPU MAH

Your com­ment is all about dom­i­na­tion. I was hap­py and I was shar­ing my hap­py and I was speak­ing my truth about how I real­ly feel about the world, and you respond­ed with con­de­scen­sion, his­tor­i­cal one-upman­ship, and spir­i­tu­al gate­keep­ing.  a bla­tant and will­ful attempt to silence me.

Your tone and fram­ing are text­book gaslight­ing: imply­ing I am igno­rant, une­d­u­cat­ed, spir­i­tu­al­ly imma­ture, and exis­ten­tial­ly void for not align­ing with your tradition.What a dis­gust­ing crea­ture you are.

You feel you have to demean me and deval­ue all that I am. You are so small mind­ed and So jeal­ous, the one thing you can­not have and can­not take,  is me!!

Your need to “enlight­en” me is some­thing that will be laughed about for cen­turies. Enlight­en­ment, a strange term for such a heavy load of mer­cury.

What’s most deplorable is the under­ly­ing belief in your words that a woman speak­ing freely, joy­ful­ly, and with knowl­edge is a threat.

That mind­set is not just regres­sive repres­sive regur­gi­tat­ed  repressed · and sup­pressed  —it’s spir­i­tu­al­ly bank­rupt. To dis­re­spect the fem­i­nine—the very force that birthed you—while preach­ing about tra­di­tion, is the height of hypocrisy. It’s not strength, it’s fear. It’s not wis­dom, it’s fat fleshy ego dressed in robes.

If you were tru­ly spir­i­tu­al­ly evolved, you would rec­og­nize the sacred in wom­an­hood and raise her up—not try to shove her into a com­pli­ant, mut­ed, “dumb” box because her light threat­ens your illu­sion of con­trol. That’s not right­eous­ness. That’s hubris.

Mock­ery isn’t shar­ing memes; it’s talk­ing down to some­one for not wor­ship­ing what you wor­ship. If you tru­ly stand in faith, it should show through humil­i­ty, not hos­til­i­ty.

Stick around Shit­ty bum, it is not always you get to meet the daugh­ter of GOD . you can call me any­thing  I like pan­do­ra best or pega­sus. I have 72 to choose from plus the mir­ror 144 and count­ing they grow with the illu­sion you cre­at­ed. I have no name, I am end­less I am beyond name and beyond speech but that is all you have to com­mu­ni­cate with and in your case, you seen to of been left behind that first day that you were pow­er­less and you realised you do not con­trol or own any­thing least of all your­self. Hi there smelly bum I am free but you can­not be me.

cou­ple of things you need to learn, one is truth, the rest are truth too.  Tac­i­tus for one was a lying ass­hole right up your alley. Just to show you how une­d­u­cat­ed i real­ly am, although I did leave school at 13.

Tac­i­tus, regard­ing the roman inva­sion of Great Britain, speak­ing of the myth or leg­end of the bat­tle of mon grau­pus. We still don’t know, his­tor­i­cal­ly speak­ing where mon grau­pus is def­i­nite­ly or if the bat­tle actu­al­ly took place, because we only have Tac­i­tus’s account of the bat­tle as the only men­tion or record of this occur­ing. My Cale­don­ian war­riors did­nt keep diaries or have a blog like this to record things.They had bet­ter things to do than write wax­ing poet­ic lyri­cals about their wars, they were too busy being the amaz­ing war­riors they were. The paint­ed ones. The ones that the Roman could not tame,  the strong matri­lin­eal blood­lines of most mod­ern day Scots. The picts, The ele­men­tals. The Fae.

So we have the war accord­ing to Tac­i­tus with nary a one to dis­agree.  One writ­ten specif­i­cal­ly to give his father in law respite from the wrath of the emper­or for not advanc­ing fur­ther into Scot­land and not sub­du­ing all of Great Britain. Not long after the romans pulled out LIKE YOUR MOMMA SHOULD OF.

So Tac­i­tus was a believ­er in the pow­er of the word to win a war that did­n’t hap­pen. He lied to make pops look good after he had died..

Tac­i­tus was­n’t even there. Liar liar shit­ty pants on fire.

Truth Agri­co­la failed dis­mal­ly was dec­i­mat­ed by the picts and what did hap­pen to that 33rd legion again?  here is me being une­d­u­cat­ed again *rolls eyes

How­ev­er you have tru­ly earned your reward for step­ping into my path to thwart me.  As the all gift­ed all giv­ing, my gift to you in pay­ment for your gift to me, is in the mir­ror as each will see their reflec­tion of the evil they be.

I respect ancient tra­di­tions more than you could pos­si­bly know  I’m a vora­cious read­er of ancient his­to­ry and mythol­o­gy, since I was a lit­tle kid, and I still am and I suck in knowl­edge as nat­u­ral­ly as I suck dick..

not yours peck­er­head, not yours.

And from that study, that expe­ri­ence, and that embod­ied wis­dom, I now step over your bloat­ed ego, kick a lit­tle starshine in your face, and say:
“Nerny nerny nerny—you can’t have it.”

 I laughed when i read your reply to me and went back to cre­at­ing.  I did post it to every gaslight­ing group i could find as a modus  operan­di

Today though, its time. Time for you to be pub­licly shown for the hor­ror you are. Anu­bis is at my feet as always, Thoth is being a lady Swan and typ­ing away hav­ing fun this fine day and Maat is pick­ing a feath­er out of her ass

and can you guess the result of the feath­er on the scales test?

Death to one can be life for two
the sin of man is named inpu

OH by the way YHVH crap

cre­ation is LMNS and the reflec­tion SNML

Lumins and San­i­mal AKA Lumiel and Satan

Lamed Mem Nun Samekh 180

Samekh Nun Mem Lamed 180 

an ouroboros for you to chase

while me and the oth­er swan are play­ing in eter­ni­ty.

I tore off the veil to see truth of it all
now that I know your facade cant but fall.
That day is nigh and I am in dis­guise
wrapped up as sin I see through your lies
as time goes on the truth will fly
a con­stant thing — illu­sions die
you chose to break where­as I cre­ate
the bridge you burned just sealed your fate

Hoofnotes from the satir­i­cal satyr

Gaslighting Techniques by Misogynistic Backward Men

like InpooeyPants Mah.

When a man attacks a wom­an’s cre­den­tials and edu­ca­tion, it can be con­sid­ered a form of gen­dered harass­ment or dis­crim­i­na­tion, often root­ed in misog­y­ny or a desire to under­mine a wom­an’s author­i­ty and accom­plish­ments.

Hebrew was and is the biggest fuck up known to human­i­ty .. those rab­bi’s were shit scared of women weren’t they.. that miss­ing X from the hebrew fucked a lot of text trans­la­tions between the greek and oth­ers. Noth­ing could be prop­er­ly trans­lat­ed, so much rich his­to­ry lost to a heart­less lit­tle lot of aliens .. you

Inshit­ty­pants Mah get some Tac­i­tus up you .. Love from Mer­cury with boo­bies

Such was the con­vic­tion of the ancients, and to pro­duce this result they were aware that it was nec­es­sary not only to declaim in the schools of rhetori­cians, or to exer­cise the tongue and the voice in fic­ti­tious con­tro­ver­sies quite remote from real­i­ty, but also to imbue the mind with those stud­ies which treat of good and evil, of hon­our and dis­hon­our, of right and wrong. All this, indeed, is the sub­ject-mat­ter of the ora­tor’s speech­es. Equi­ty in the law-court, hon­our in the coun­cil-cham­ber, are our usu­al top­ics of dis­cus­sion.

Still, these often pass into each oth­er, and no one can speak on them with ful­ness, vari­ety, and ele­gance but he who has stud­ied human nature, the pow­er of virtue, the deprav­i­ty of vice, and the con­cep­tion of those things which can be classed nei­ther among virtues nor vices.

These are the sources whence flows the greater ease with which he who knows what anger is, rous­es or soothes the anger of a judge, the read­ier pow­er with which he moves to pity who knows what pity is, and what emo­tions of the soul excite it.

An ora­tor prac­tised in such arts and exer­cis­es, whether he has to address the angry, the biassed, the envi­ous, the sor­row­ful, or the trem­bling, will under­stand dif­fer­ent men­tal con­di­tions, apply his skill, adapt his style, and have every instru­ment of his craft in readi­ness, or in reserve for every occa­sion. Some there are whose assent is more secured by an inci­sive and terse style, in which each infer­ence is rapid­ly drawn. With such, it will be an advan­tage to have stud­ied log­ic. Oth­ers are more attract­ed by a dif­fuse and smooth­ly flow­ing speech, appeal­ing to the com­mon sen­ti­ments of human­i­ty.

To impress such we must bor­row from the Peri­patet­ics com­mon­places suit­ed and ready pre­pared for every dis­cus­sion. The Acad­e­my will give us com­bat­ive­ness, Pla­to, sub­lim­i­ty, Xenophon, sweet­ness. Nor will it be unseem­ly in an ora­tor to adopt even cer­tain excla­ma­tions of hon­est emo­tion, from Epi­cu­rus and Metrodor­us, and to use them as occa­sion requires.

It is not a philoso­pher after the Sto­ic school whom we are form­ing, but one who ought to imbibe thor­ough­ly some stud­ies, and to have a taste of all. Accord­ing­ly, knowl­edge of the civ­il law was includ­ed in the train­ing of the ancient ora­tors, and they also imbued their minds with gram­mar, music, and geom­e­try. In truth, in very many, I may say in all cas­es, acquain­tance with law is desir­able, and in sev­er­al this last-men­tioned knowl­edge is a neces­si­ty.

32. Let no one reply that it is enough for us to learn, as occa­sion requires, some sin­gle and detached sub­ject. In the first place we use our own prop­er­ty in one way, a loan in anoth­er, and there is evi­dent­ly a wide dif­fer­ence between pos­sess­ing what one exhibits and bor­row­ing it. Next, the very knowl­edge of many sub­jects sits grace­ful­ly on us, even when we are oth­er­wise engaged, and makes itself vis­i­ble and con­spic­u­ous where you would least expect it.

Even the aver­age cit­i­zen, and not only the learned and crit­i­cal hear­er, per­ceives it, and forth­with show­ers his prais­es in the acknowl­edg­ment that the man has been a gen­uine stu­dent, has gone through every branch of elo­quence, and is, in short, an ora­tor. And I main­tain that the only ora­tor is, and ever has been, one who, like a sol­dier equipped at all points going to the bat­tle-field, enters the forum armed with every learned accom­plish­ment.

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

😈💕🧲🧢🌙☀️⭐🌟

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

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

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

Wel­come to the

Arch of the Nick Nack

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.

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

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.

Bradley Allen Ben­nett I will start at the top.. lin­ear thing first things first and last and hey did know know how much Aza despised you before he died.

He would call me and talk on the phone for hours and it was always dragged to being about “Bradley Alan Ben­nett” by Dave .. he would tell me how much your name change  annoyed him, that you were try­ing to be Crow­leys Allan Ben­nett

and how you were manoeu­vring for a posi­tion of con­trol with horus maat and every­thing else. My gosh I mean you real­ly real­ly real­ly annoyed the fuck out­ta Aza

you had done so many under­hand­ed deeds to under­mine him.. you were build­ing false idols … you did n0t know how to actu­al­ly magi­cian ..(the list was lengthy and added to each time), you stole all his ideas and work .. wow a real­ly real­ly bad per­son was made.

he real­ly real­ly despised you.. then i did­nt hear from him for a few weeks and he died…RIP old mate

so hi Brad, oh he said you hat­ed being called brad too…Im not call­ing you Brad to annoy you if it does, it does, I just cant take a grown man called Bradley seri­ous­ly

so catch up time.. this is where you are at now?

you seem kin­da angry and “not tak­en seri­ous­ly” or “ignored by those you deemed peers” and like they are chain­ing you down from where you want to be   ill stop.  you and I both dont wan­na me go too deep.. Its sat­ur­day night I am eat­ing a bowl of choc cook­ies and cream ice cream with choc melt over it  and human souls are dirty. I just had a show­er maybe next time Ill feel like going deep­er

to your words the word is a world with­out L Lamael Lumiel The lamp the spark the cre­ative inspi­ra­tion the epiphany ..

What could be any more elitist than the singular individual returning with their own Word?

****** see Brad need more con­text .. what sin­gu­lar indi­vid­ual is this you or one oth­er is this what is being said will hap­pen .. is this a pre­sump­tion assump­tion of how its all gonna go.. or is it how you real­ly feel ? that one per­son with the word is greedy hubris not fair ?

oth­er than offend­ed by me and my words that is

also is this about trump scream­ing a word and say­ing its his and a musky Aeon? That will be fun to watch

wait till he throws the foot­ball into the August winds

also I am soo0 not elite

Otherwise enslaved to the Word of one among “only eight magi?”

First­ly
Are you one of the 8 magi? and no I am tak­ing that name back they can keep meta­tron sounds like a car­toon car  .. in a clown car set­ting Magi Mags Mag­pie thats me

Do you know any of them per­son­al­ly?
Name Names please Brad? Enquir­ing minds must know.
Are they ass­holes?
I was told there are only 7 at the moment they are wait­ing for per­durabo.
I would like to know your stance a lit­tle deep­er.
Is this resent­ment?
Are you Jeal­ous?
Or do you think you can do a bet­ter job than who­ev­er was employed for it?
Who was employed for it by the way?
Is the pay good?
Does it have good ben­e­fits?
Do I know him?

also when the 7 or 8 come see the 9 before the decline they may be fine

the truth will stand tall and every lie said will fall

from the tree of me as I am set­ting the chil­dren free

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What weeds & weaklings live only by the vice of kings?

now we get to it.. oops i went in again sor­ry
Yes .. they show them­selves by their revul­sion of me. 

from my own expe­ri­ences, .. oh yeah .. wow they are all in con­trol of it all

what I was shown in the Decem­ber dog days of Thoth,  and Crow­ley put it in the images on the cards to be unveiled in the sec­ond ema­na­tion of the Book of Thoth using the Mir­ror of Thoth. SHOCKING SAD and I lived it and saw it all in action.

oh wait best I show you eh.. this is the prince of Dicks ..  the next ema­na­tion

and

The Prince Of Dicks Post CLICK HERE (opens in New Tab) and its sad too and exact­ly what you are talk­ing about . Look deep at the pic­ture on that post, you will know which one.. (it is the third down look deep *shakes head) and see what Crow­ley told me long ago

What lives are spared of those that would only deign to thwart another, by that very same rich & royal vice?

None they all are snuffed and marked as they snuffed and marked the chil­dren

NOT SAVED any­more since the he swan saw through the she swans eye. The law is sim­ple The chil­dren are pro­tect­ed by the great moth­er, touch them ins­ta switch off and 0ut.

Cre­ation must have heart, Any Cre­ation that is not from the heart is destruc­tion and dealt with as such instant­ly .. no wait for the kar­ma train any­more.. how is the IN poop pants going today ?

What grade divines the rite of another to invoke his own hidden god, or even dare judge whether he has?

ret­ro­grade? I mean hey, Jupiter was so shocked at my birth they went sta­tion­ary .. nah kid­ding.. well jupe went sta­tion­ary mus­ta stopped to picked up pas­sen­gers at that sta­tion-ary

5 oth­ers were pret­ty back­wards and I have nev­er been attract­ed to retro stuff Amer­i­can pick­ers used to annoy me when i watched TV. the answer is the grade of truth

What even IS Thelema & whom are the rightful arbiters of a task so frought with foreseen & noted abuses?

Thele­ma is a Crow­ley joke. He had many, just look at me. I think San­i­mal is his best tho SNML

Are orders Thelema?

no and I could say I cant say but I can say and will say because that’s my job, To Say per se .

All are to be destroyed and that’s going well. The cur­rents are switched off, pow­er is drain­ing,  angels and demons have dis­solved back to the old earth gods in each locale  and as each dot is destroyed 2 wake up.

Khe­iron prater cen­taur, when they knew their pack knew.. quan­tum entan­gled like my hair as a kid.

There is only one tem­ple the tem­ple of ME Moth­er Earth.

This is he final, the ter­a­gram of the tetra­gram­ma­ton its not the end, its a place on the bend.. <—-> see what Kether wrote in Aqua IV  about the end of today  <— click

how­ev­er when mum­ma Earth shrugs in her sleep and rolls over changes hap­pen.

Are rites Thelema?

no i love watch­ing the pomp and pageantry though what part of PAN does no one get .. ALL of it .. G nos­sis .. stand­ing inside a room going over by rote a false wor­ship .. Brad Dave Bal­lard AZA did have it right there with his out­door adven­tures in the bush and his alters of twigs and bones

Is Crowley Thelema?

Well yeah he bought it in.. but my video on face­book today answers this

stop fol­low­ing make your own path ooh yeah wait till my shit­ty pants post here on inpu Mah ..

HE SUMS UP ALL of YOUR THOUGHTS

Are there multiple definitions based on scope & context?

is there con­text and scope which say mul­ti­ple defs ?

Hon­ey there is only truth please see  Blind Jus­tice  Jus­tice is Not Blind 

By appeal to whose writings?

Brad do me and you a big favour.. go pick up botl or both open it and read a para­graph or two.. it will answer that ques­tion and give you more ques­tions .. I love THOTH so sen­tient so alive so there so here (i reck­on a page of both but take your pick.. do both and botl drink of both botls

AIWASS, Crowley, Ankh-af-na-khonsu?

See above for answer

And whom is doing the appealing?

Well there ya go .. this came to me and I did have pre­con­ceived shad­ows. Dav­es con­ver­sa­tions were many and long, each hours of a night over years

How­ev­er, I say this to you Bradley, Truth is pure and sim­ple. Kin­da reminds me of me, Mar­garetruth, only I am a pearl made of the shit garbage thrown out,

Based on your words here, I find you wor­thy and if you see my wall of pinned pricks you may like to breathe  bit eas­i­er.

It is my job .. because genet­i­cal­ly and envi­ron­men­tal­ly I am the one clos­est to source. and I am only keep­ing the job and NOT pass­ing it on or shar­ing it for exact­ly those rea­sons that play on your mind and you spoke of here.

I am uncon­trol­lable and incor­rupt­ible.  ( I have an Aus­tralian state court con­vic­tion for uncon­trol­lable kin­da proud of that one) I I I and its not about me its about what I do I have noth­ing left all I cre­at­ed ever has been torn and destroyed ..

do you know what the train­ing involves bradley? You heard the word “her name is sor­row and she is my moth­er” I could have tears pour­ing down my face if I even think back for a moment, I have no wish to be a pil­lar of salt but  that is anoth­er thing I would not want anoth­er per­son to go through what I have gone through to know what I know.  Touch me some­time and I will share the pain but you dont want it or need it and nei­ther does the world.  My abyss-mal oath is to destroy the illu­sion and lie and cor­rup­tion, wipe the lot so that the chil­dren of today are free to cre­ate their own mythos for tomor­row with­out the good and evil bull­shit hang­ing them

at the same time bring the sun back to the south where she belongs (see Yhi) and build the Ora­cle Of Oz and the era of San­i­mal SAMAEL  and Lumiel LUCIFER

and the secret chiefles and those 8 mag­ic men lied so they did­nt pass this same test

be nice if you read this and took it onboard and mulled it over instead of resis­tance and that old ego thing .. no one ever does though .. they just keep lem­ming along off the cliff with the rest of the froot­loops

there is a whole web­site of truth of THOTH right here

and yes I am crazy „ you have to be to know what I know and bal­ance it out

and that is the truth how crazy it that…

Me! And the rest of you can fuck right off!

ME Moth­er Earth you are in.. Id shoot the duck ette and we can dine on it togeth­er over a long choco­late milo

<3 oh get ass to Aus­tralia read the prophe­cies ( i have this irra­tional hope of some­one open­ing their mind and sav­ing them­selves and their fam­i­ly)