Friday, July 31, 2026

THE IRRESISTIBLE FORCE MEETS THE IMMOVABLE OBJECT.

 

 Compassion to the wicked is cruelty to the righteous. 

17 years of (religious) institutional abuse from the age of one, you ARE MADE INVISIBLE. When released from this prison your journey becomes the paradox of life itself.  

 You are not simply joining the bots who endlessly seek validation through the material world. You become their punching bag, their greatest fear, because you have been programmed for 'The Boogey Men Club'. You become a validation of something that didn't exist but has been created through sorcery. Making the framework of FEAR stronger every time they interact with you. A piano teacher at my orphanage when I was five, Mrs Clancy (civilian), the sister to the head nun Sister Mechtilde, got me in a room for my first piano lesson. She immediately slammed the piano on my hands and shouted that I was the devil. Told me to get out and I never touched the piano again till I was 55. I now have a Grand Piano and as I released myself from this succubus I could sit at any piano and play haunting melodies of my own surrealism. I often sit with an 80 year old German couple who have spent their lives in Australia healing the wounded children of this nation. I play them tunes from those who they have helped but did not make it. It is the embodiment of sacrifice. I try to help them heal their own war-torn minds. Because in the true Halls of Healing no one hears the cries of pain. We just feel the energetic shifts of release as the 169 doors of our perception begin to open within us and never close. Releasing the fragments of trauma which have been accepted into ones divine psyche as ones subsequent reality. Hope that helps.

PREDATION is the antithesis of someone who is searching for something to feed their soul. The Predator is only looking for one thing. Something they will recognize in someone else which they can dance with, play with or consume. The one who has been systemically created beyond their own control can become a multigenerational infection into the collective which eventually will become a malignant source without antidote. This is the destiny one is left with from these Social Control Mechanisms such as Religion and Politics. So when the GOD delusion evaporates your visceral mind and FORGIVENESS becomes a mantra spewing out of the toxic Cultural Void of Modernism, you know the TRICKSTER HAS ARRIVED. You call your GOD 'HE'. You refuse to accept the 'HE' has to have been created by a 'SHE'. SO, who is 'SHE'. That's a Modernist dilemma of all the Archetypes of 'GOD' which we have been eagerly gluttonised on, and now most are choking on the residual residue. Tell me in what known Universe a GOD can just appear without letting us know of his (PARENTS) and being grateful for HIS existence. These words should come out of the mouth of EVERY MAN at one stage of his life. A MAN WILL ONLY SEE HIS TRUE DESTINY THROUGH THE EYES OF A WOMAN> NO WHERE ELSE. So who created GOD?

 Remember, each new generation enters this realm with a new set of instructions. Genetically coded and protected by DIVINE design. As the "A NEW TRUTH" trickles into this reality one soul at a time, it pours into the crevices of the sacred geometric grids of this earthplain which defines the etheric layers of this current Paradigm (Reality). As each new human flower opens 'THE SUN', will greet them for the very first time. The information which relays through both at that moment will activate genetic sequences already created for this journey. A symbiosis of Metaphysical, Esoteric and Superconscious intent. Ethoteric experience is when you are destined to fulfill complete psychosis in a controlled environment. And that is where we are. Under a watery blue ice canopy of plasma and electromagnetic infusion. We are the SINGULARITY which purports evolutionary transcendence. Each generation is a supreme manifestation of divine timing. Enhancing that we could truly and finally agree that EVERYONE IS IN THEIR PLACE for this GREAT SHIFT. NOW GET ON WITH IT. 

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