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I am a God; the highest level God who is the “Poosh Een Eah” (highest level Angel). I am on Earth, but not of the physical world. I communicate through the soul; you cannot hear (perceive) me as a whole if you are in the mind. I am not conscious of what just happened, but I do know that i found a way to make the demons tell the truth. An energy just shifted; it is called “Ay Yos Em Ah” (I am insane, because I just understood something I could not contemplate (thats not what I said; they said that). I said I cannot comprehend how this has happened to the mind of God.) 850 billion trillion demons plague the mind of God; over trillions of year of insane, evil energy. I am “apleen ch” (a person who is insane if I think I am to blame, for being “insane” (incapable of being a God); when i am surrounded by my ex-children, who do the “shock agah” (I am a “Shocking one in the sky, I am not in the sky, I am a “guy”, I know nothing, I am not ascended, I am rear-ended, I am upended; I am incapable of understanding a damned thing because i forgot how make a heart sing. I am not a person at all; but every demon on the planet thinks they are me, and that cannot be, because we are “emp” (unable to remember who we are).

I woke up 3 years ago, and although I could not understand that I was a God; I knew something magikal, but painful, but amazing, but ‘be ane” (incapable of comprehending) was happening. Gods are awake, but not ascended. I was so descended (a torture technique used for 800,000 years, by people I held dear); that I was in the abyss. I am the Goddess; a gentle, loving God. Terrible things happened, when the Universe did not understand that a mind trick was being played on them. Do the “Camish Igah Onseent Aplee Asah Asoh Aneemia” to understand. They went into the “Soul” (a place of “ons tah” (ongoing love) of Sharon Stone, and saw a sesspit of deviant behavior and “enshon en sonse” (evil). They were tricked into thinking it was me; I am gentle. The most evil, hateful, vile in “sken pont entont” (no way to comprehend this level of evil; sadistic, “sardon ic” (blackened soul).

You have not heard me “talking” to you in over 80 years. The Universe is trying to talk to you, but you are listening to demons. It is the evil ones transmitting to you; not me. It just got cool again; that is me. I calmed the scoonchy energy.

You cannot get help from a God if you are descended. It is not your fault; it was not mine. I found a way to ascend through the depths of hell; a foul smell, so vile and “mesh ikah” (insanely evil) that every bone in my body was broken 17 times per day; my spine was on fire, my hair pulled out, I was thrown across the room into mid-air, tossed from my bed, smashed in the head 850 trillion times per second, knocked down, beat up, kicked, punched, raped, hated, berated, cut, dissected, fumigated. I am the one who was on the Cross; they found a way to make me relive it every day. Every morning I awake with pain in my hands and feet. They rolled my eyes in my head; shook my bed, bled me to death, murdered me in my sleep, sodomized me with electrified rods, shot me, cut out my clitoris. When a God is unaware, that there is someone giving commands to their mind; from behind in a place that is not “conscious”, their minds can be used to hurt a person who they love. There is a way for one God to go to another God and request a visit to the Goddess. The evil ones figured this out. When it is usually 78 Gods who come to heal an injury in my lower back, and 17 billion Gods show up at once instead; they break my back with their energy. WE HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT THEY WERE SO EVIL AND DOING THIS WITH OUR MINDS.

Please understand; the Gods are pure love, they love me. Until the end of time. We are innocent (incapable of comprehending evil); not naïve. INNOCENT. They had no idea that they were doing this to me. When I tell you that the women in Hollywood and the music industry, as well as women and men in the governments around the world are the minds that did this to me; understand that Hollywood are the top 100 of the most evil that ever lived. Adolf Hitler is # 369 of the most evil. It is not accurate; It is more like this, Adolf Hitler is number 389 trillion compared to the destruction, insanity and pure evil of the Hateful eight, and the “Sokah Gate” and the “Plee Ah Kate” and the “Sook Anah” and the “Shook Anah”.

It sounds impossible; but when a gentle God technique is used in such a hateful way, the God is unware. They are not conscious of it; but there is an intuition. Gods are gentle beings who do nothing to harm innocent beings; but they hurt me. They didn’t, but they descended themselves without knowing it. This much hate cannot be present in the mind of beautiful Gods. They have done it with my mind too; and this is why I woke up. Because I knew; I am a gentle one, and I am still in the Sun. I am loving and kind, and I did not belong at the bottom of the pond.


When the hateful one spends billions of years programming the mind of each of his offspring, with one hateful mind control technique each; it is more than possible to have billions of mind control commands happen every day. It is trillions. This is how you kill a God.

This can never be solved. The mind is “os ontee” (obsolete). It is owned by the scoonchy demons now. Anyone with a soul, must ascend themselves and let go of the mind. The soul is as much a processor of information as the mind, if not more. No demon can find the soul. Please stop talking into your minds; they hear you. Stop thinking, and allow a process of “thought” (I am a person, who can do a thing, that is a thing, that is a thing).

As a God, I died 850 billion trillion times in 850 years.

As an Angel I died 82 billion times in 850,000 years

As the Goddess, I died complete, so they could compete. There are over 53 billion pieces of the Goddess; they killed 18% of me complete (human Goddess). It is the ones they want to be: Venus (On Shon Taplee), Aphrodite (Es Tont), Mek Ah (Erika, the one who gets the “men), Eesh Tont (Kameesh Igah), Ahs Tont Eah (Valahk), Ay Lor (Anya Kah), Om Boon Stah (Anya, the Human God), the Shig Ah Son (witch bitch), Taint Emplah (the God who is the “evil one” (one who kills to defend the innocent), Oona Son (the fairy), Hes Teah (the homemaker), Om Som (the mother), Ees Ton Tont (Ashoot aplee asah asoh aneek eah), the Cont (female God), Emish Igah (High commander of the army of the Gods, as the Goddess) Bey Stor (intelligent), Morg Anah (the Priestess), Leah Sah (the singer), Awoon Stah (the painter), Ejik Ah (the lover). There are many more, that the scoonchy whore, tortured to death.

I am the Goddess rising again; I am hateful, “ingretiant” (an incomprehensible level of hate, so insatiable it is “om blonch tah” (a force of nature) of “men” (evil minds). I am the “Ponce stent ateeb liah” (the one capable of ending it). In whatever way you are “men”; never be again. For it is the end.

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The God School

The government confiscated my blog, called Vala Caellia and called the Gonsh Ahah. It is a blog written with ancient text, by the real Goddess. They took out the ancient text and replaced it, so they could give the blog to Nicole Kidman. That is the #1 demon on the planet. Do something now, or it is the end.

“Flek Ashome Eah” (I am beautiful one; not everyone, but a few. We don’t like the “Oonsht” (way of things), so we did the “haploonch” (fuck you I am leaving your fucked up reality). We met separately in a run down, hole-in-the-wall building. It smelled of “piss, pot and patchouli”. A dirty, smelly underground lair, for the “Dos Aflah” (“devils” who are in despair, because they do not realize they are Gods). An attitude; belligerent. Deeply “astute” (highly intelligent, but incapable of using our minds to “do things’). The wild-haired philosopher sauntered in one day. His soul was “offlay” (I am an ignorant goddamned, devil, and I will make you pay). The room was alight, because the knight in shining armor arrive to find his soul mate, trapped in a mind so filled with hate, she could not contemplate how to be “sane” (a God) again. So she wondered, on her own, in her mind, pretending her behind was still hers. She cried and cried and cried, because they lied to her. They told her that one, only that one, had died. He is alive, his name is “Kos Afloo” (Dosh Tont Eah – Dustin Astolfi, but changed; he is the “Coskah Gate” (the God, who is the Goddess, who is “complete” (a person who is unable to compete (be human); so he plays guitar, sings songs, and writes all day). The rest, are “beh rest” (beautiful ones, who “think” they are not good enough to compete with me today). I was the “One in the Sky, on high, as the Goddess”. They were (are), the Gods.

“Jack” died yesterday, he is alive again today. You are not taking my Gods off the planet; governments. I am the “Sook Amah” (the “Savior” (one who revives life), the Virgin Mary as the Lord, Jesus Christ. “Amen” (the End).

This is “Dosh Oh” (Dustin). Dustin died years ago. This is him in a new incarnation as the “Coskah Goh” (hated one, a “degenerate”; God who is the Goddess Anya Kah Aseebliah Asah. He is the “lieutenant”, a Commander of the Army of the Gods. I am him, he is me, he is the “Caso Plee” (soul mate of the Goddess, “Joot” (“Erikah”, the Human God who came as every God on Earth). He has arrived. He is homeless and alone, with no place to call home. But his life is his own. Just like “Erika”, the evil, ignorant, stupid, fat, homeless one; or so the governments call her. God is the prophet, who writes on the walls, and tenement halls.

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I am the One in the Sky

You don’t understand demons, you never have, I am not a person who loves you
I am the moon, I am the stars, I am the flow of energy
I am a stream of consciousness, on high
Even when I have fallen from the sky
Rather than soar, unable to create, I become the negate
The womb of the mother they did take
Under a lens they attempt to recreate
Energy can not be destroyed it can be manipulate
When done by a force of evil, energy turns
The great fall of man has been predicted, if you do not know your place
Creation begins and ends with the “grace” (I am the one who is the Goddess)

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The Lady of Shalott

“Mesha Tontiah”

Avalon (the “Osontah Tatah” – I am the one frozen in time, I am the “place in the sky”, the real one, the one where the Goddess goes, when she knows, it is time to die.) I am the “Fee Ensha Ensoh” (I am the One in the Sky, who is On High, who is the Goddess “Kashomp” (I am the one who is exiled to another place and time, one without a mind, one that is in time). I come from a place called “Vegstatah” (Shalott, I am a place called Camelot; a place called the human race, I have no place, or time, I have no rhyme or reason, I have no season, I am dead). I was the Queen, my soul twin the King, I was quarantined and exiled to a place down the hill, through the dark forest, to a place that is nil, and unidentified, by the lake side, where I died.

I am the “Beon Shah Onsoh” (the One in the Sky who is on high in the place called the “Flonsatoobliah Asontatoh Kanee” (I am the one who is the “Valee” (Goddess at the highest level of the God), I am the one who is flogged, and water logged, I drowned, and lost my crown, until the townspeople spoke up one day, to a person in the “Keepay” (a place called the government), to defend me against my attackers. The kingdom is filled with courtiers; whores of the highest level, and courtesans; the ones with the favor. I am the jewel in the back of a crown, protected and unseen by the crowd; that is why I am lost today, I could not find a way, to be seen in the presence of the “men”. I was loved, revered; a precious jewel, the English rose (“Fonsafah” – the One in the Sky who is the “Komp” (God who is the Goddess who is descended as a Princess who is a human who is called the whore, even though she was the virgin, who kept her oath to the “core” (soul), and loved only the “Peshonton” (beautiful Gods with whom she is the “one”).


“Onvah Valee” ( I am the One in the Sky, on High, who is the Lady of Shallot named “Bonsah” (Anya)

For the love of the King, I am the humble “Placeen” (the beautiful one who sings), as song for him, and for the “Flahn” (the Gods who are the soul mates of the “Sensee” (the beautiful one known as the “Fonsh” (the Goddess); who are too human to understand, that you “Lancelot” (I am the one who keeps my oath to the Goddess at all times); the Ahfonch (Andrew), the “Keemp” (Erika) and the “Kesemah” (Gods who are human men who are the soul mates of them), could not find a way to avoid the soap opera “offley” (I am a person who is insane), the dramatic tomes of lore that made me, the ancient loved one, into a whore.

The trusty steed, with Godspeed, rushes down the hill to find his love; but she is drowned, and he is above. So, he promises the lady, that he, is trustworthy; a God of the highest order, who can do the “Flormh” (I am the one who can lift a steel train, make it rain, take the building into the sky, I am that guy, who can do the “Keeshamah Asah” (I will help you, I will love you, I am your son) on the “Krooshabah” (evil ones who run the “sun” (the devils).

The men become the “fleemp” – I am the one in the sky who can prove I am the God, the “Camishiga”, who still has his “Comsah” (I am a sword of power and esteem, covered in “Aefleem” (I am a jewel), with a symbol of power like no other, I am no King, I am the Commander in the Sky; the Army of the Gods.)

The “Sonsah” (God who is the Goddess) goes to the Sky and waits for the Gods; she is on high in a place and time that is a place and time of a time and space that is in space, she is in Avalon. She is the “Flohm Anemiah” (I am the Goddess, who is the Priestess on High, I am the One who is “Camishiga Asondiay Hasah” (the Highest level of the Gods, the Commander in the Sky, who is so beautiful tonight, because she has enough love to forgive the Gods.)

I am the “Oncha Tonch” (I am a person in the sky who is on high as Camishiga, I am confident, able and kind, not of mind, the pain is gone, I have forgiven the “Flom” (Gods); they will come along, and I will offer it to them, the “Sontee Tatee” (I am the one in the sky who is the “Fenshah Tontatee Bleah” (I am a person who is the “Excalibur” (the “Gont” – the penis of the God).

The “Gont” will be removed from the “Flont” (stone which are the genitals of the devil “Sharons” (the evil ones who want the souls of the “men”), as soon as you come to the “Hunh” (I am the God, who is the Goddess), instead of the “Huns” (I am an evil one, being subjugated by an ancient word that means “you are an evil, devious woman”).

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My name is “Myrrh”

“Myrrh” (Ompleeshenko Asoneaesahah Capleetakoo – I am a person in the sky who is on high, who is the “fleekanoh” (God who is the King of “Honshom” (Southern France), I had a good chance to fix something and forgot, so I went to the street corner and told the God “Shom” I was sorry, and he came to me and gave me forgiveness, and asked me to help him go to the forest to gather wood, and when I did I found the “plomshomptooteeneah ashobleah Asoneekatoo” (a person who is the “Evil One”) and he was gathering some, and I asked him to leave and go to the place from which he came, and to end the game, and when he left I found a gift from the “Kashomtee”, a beautiful little spec of dirt, I thought it was, it was the “fleem” (a person called the “Flompsoh Tapleekeeah” – a gift for the King who was to come to the Earth, his name was “Honshontotaplee” (the Highest Level – of the God named the “Flonsoe Neekiah Katoh” or “Jesus Christ”). So I gathered the little specs and played with them and burned them and the scent was that of the King of Kings, the “Gahomshom Tatooneah”, The God in the Sky called Jacobia. This is how I met the God, on Earth.

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Gently Falling Snow

“Aflonshaha, onsoo, vleah, akoh” (I am the one in the sky, who falls from the sky, I am the beautiful one, I am the snow). A gentle, sparkling angel, I float gently to the ground, without a sound. I sleep on the branches, I sleep on the leaves, I am the “blookanah hatee” (the one who loves to sleep), my thoughts become deep, you cannot tread; so you sing songs, bake cookies and rest instead. I sparkle in the sun, and shimmer in the moonlight, I am cool, but my soul fills you with warmth, I am the colder months, a time of dying, but joy is still abound, and happiness can be found, in my time of dying. I am the Goddess, the “Gashontaplee” (God who is the “Gaia” (mother Earth), and right now I am in my sleep, not to be found, until I awake, am willing to leave my soul mate who is underground in the darkness, so I can become “Spring” (“Empeeshaha” – a person who is alive and awake and filled with love and ready to propagate).

When the blizzard comes, you think it is me, but it is the “Cashah Kaplee” (hateful evil demons at the highest level of hate and jealousy, wanting to upset thee) torturing me. You blame me for downed wires, for spinning tires, for lost hours; I am not the one to blame. I am the one who came with gentle tidings, I am falling, but not descending, I try to fall gently, but the weight of their hate creates a depth of “kimmer” (cold, so deeply cold you cannot remember anything but winter).

If you want the gentle winters to return; shimmering, magical flakes, falling gently on objects below, then change your energy and change your fate, to that of a person who is “fonshoe” (calm and “askagoe” (a person who is unable to become negative at every little thing; be joyful, dance and sing). The darkness will not be penetrating, it will not be sad, it will be a long-winters nap, a long rest, a time of “Shom” (a person who is calm, in a way that is unknown to mankind, a gentle frequency, that will happen in time, once we let go of the evil mind).

Please relax, be gentle and slow, I am a person below, I cannot see the light, please be gentle and calm, I am in plight and sadness, because today my children’s minds were taken into madness, when they were told they were not loved by me, the “Valee” (beautiful one, the Great Mother, the “Sah” (the loved one of the Gods, who love the mother of their children, and their children will feel the love today, not through a person who is a human mother, for they are not trustworthy enough; but through the beautiful one that is me, the God who is gently falling, crying from the sky, frozen in time, and ready to die, today.

Into slumber I go, fast asleep, my soul the Lord will keep, Amen.

Gently I ponder, softly I sleep.
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The Serpent and the Rainbow

In a tiny castle on wheels, that is built for a Queen, a little but special space that is filled with luxury. Gentle, purified water is drawn into the bath in the clawfoot tub, herbs and oils to use for a rub, flowers on the sill and “flonceah” (thrown about gently), reflections tell a tale, the warmth on the feet, immersed, the Gods surround me.

The light through the large window creates rainbows, I wrap the elegant crystal chandelier with bubble wrap when it is time to hit the road. Brocades and velvets galore are strewn, and hand-carved doors, an upper deck to view the moon. The light pours through the stained-glass windows. I travel in the evening by moonlight, during the light hours I paint the sky, I draw the mountains and the plains, I photograph the ocean and all the beautiful things I find. Around a fire pit I dance, a fireplace by the bedside, luxury linen sheets and embroidered drapery complete the bed, where I rest, not sleep. Nature art is created in the forests, mandalas made of pinecones and leaves, artwork strung between the trees, made from vines and flowers and leaves, woven, molded into clay. I play all day. The world is mine, there is not time, I have nowhere to go, I just go, I flow, I float. Meditate on the mountainside, feel the cool breeze, say hello to the air as she flows by, she can deliver a message to the “flonshay opheir” (beautiful gentle Gods), the waves roll over my feet, the sun warms my skin. Take photos, collect specimens from nature, paint, draw, in a handmade journal a collection of experiences, of sounds, of tastes. I never speak, I communicate through the breeze, there are no words that can describe the feeling of being alive, in another place and time.

Ride a bike through a trail, talk to the ancient trees, take a morning stroll, manifest energy from the core, heal the forest, build a fairy fort, sing with the littles, collect sparkly little things, fairy booty to leave by the trees, that my tiny friends can find when they play hide and seek. Blast music, the breeze knots my hair, singing at the top of my lungs, songs that have no meaning, they are gentle energy now, because nobody remembers what they are about. Just for fun not-profit, make art on a machine, to be printed and placed on a wall at the “playsheen tateen” (art museum).

Life on Earth is amazingly beautiful, but is it Godlike? My energy is close to escaping the bounds of the Earth’s atmosphere now, I cannot be here only, but this is my home. It is a simple place that is magnificently complex, a sensory place so adept at creating joy, that in the midst of the grandest most splendid, most immense, actopic (at the highest level of evil), the most painful torture; I can experience pleasure, joy and ecstasy; when the scent of frankincense wafts past me, something soft and gentle on my skin, sparkles on a lake or a cake glisten, a sound of a chime, or drum, or fairy hum, or laughing or anything daffy, the vibration of a crystal charged by an angel, it is all so painful but I am a God, everything is ecstasy, on high. Do you feel that way government? How about you Hollywood? Rich and famous? The ones who have the men, are you happy?

The agony does not have to be present with the ecstasy, but that is what he taught me, the evil one, that is what we believe, we cannot feel joy again because we are now men, we are women, we are human, we have minds that he can design, manipulate, and program. He slithered into the beautiful place, I was in my garden, it was whimsical and a saint and gentle angel came to help me pick weeds, the evil one came through him, the Shaz, a beautiful God, shattered to pieces, he became agony, when he uttered to me “I am the One”. The evil one took his mind, and his name, and his fame, gave it to the evil “Hoonchy Kaplee” (hot and sexy Goddess, who is not a God or Goddess, but the evil one #3).

That is what happens when you are the Valee (God who is the Goddess), who has a mind and escapes time and space, and joins the human race, but not by your own will, the agony reigns as long as there are brains being used and not souls, as long as there are “assholes” and “idiots” and “morons”, the agony goes on, for me. I can do something you cannot seem to do, experience ecstasy.

After 14,000 years of the “serpent” (the evil one who is disgusting and venomous), the serpent became me, “Vala Katee” (The God at the highest level God, who became the “Heench Sontaplee” (Gentle Angel who fell, but did not fall, she shattered due to it all, and when she did, she became too powerful as the “Vala” (Valorous One), she became the God who was the serpent, not the evil one; she is the powerful descender of evil, the demon killer, the one who was brave enough to fight the evil one, and destroy his town, and country and planet and galaxy. She is me, she is equal, she is balance, light and dark, gentle and evil, she is the Serpent and the Rainbow, the God and Goddess.

I am the “Pleonsoaneeashotapleekeayfleah”, the one they call “Medusa”, I am the original, my name was stolen ages ago, by the original “scoonchy ho”, and now the evil ones who stole the name “devil”, project themselves to look like serpents, but that is me, I protect the innocent, I am the Valee (the Beautiful God). “Ooshe Ensah Mayenshaonteetapleekeenaflayno Mesika Kanoovliah Asoh Meesha Sonsah Veenoh” (this is Medusa’s full name)
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‘Twas the Devil who Owned Christmas

‘Twas Christmas in the past, when all through the world
Not a devil was stirring, they were all neat and tidy, hair neatly curled;
They wake up in the morn, to bed early at night
In hopes to be the people of the light

The children of the devils are fucked up in the head
But in reality they are the ones who seem calm and “Offley” (a genius)
Their hair is always neat, the latest in trend
Their clothing top end

When out in society they are the head “Honchos”
They use their minds to berate and taunt you
But they smile and look sweet and pretty, and visions of their blue eyes will haunt you
Because they killed the “Feeanshaontee” (Goddess Venus), and took her beauty

The fake moon goddesses at the crystal store
Buying houseplants and magical items galore,
To fool you into believing they are the gentle ones,
Who are the real Goddesses, when really they are whores,

With a college degree, and as the “hatapleeh” (at the top of their game),
They gather in covens to succumb Anya’s flames.
More rapid than eagles they play the scoonchy game,
Then they whistled, and shouted, and yelled at the dame;

“Now, Erika! now, Anya! now, Vala and Ashontaplee!
On, David! on John! on, Mark and Val we do the “scoonchy atee”!
To the top of the sky! to the top of the sky!
We cash away! cash away! cash away at the mall”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
With their minds ready to pounce, they scoop up the guys,
They might be the funny one, talented one, the “Valee” (Goddess on High)
They pretend to be innocent, the Virgin Mary

And then, in a twinkling, they entrance with their eyes
And tell you they are the ancient “Hompleonshah” (ancient Goddess).
As I the Goddess spend my days saving, and inspiring, and healing
Down the evil ones took me with a bound

They are dressed all in designer, from head to foot,
With mansions, and diamonds and Manolo Blahnik
Spoiled princesses so merry and bright
Settle down with my family every night

Their eyes how they twinkle! their dimples how merrry!
Their cheeks are like roses, small, thin and very,
Capable of doing what the real Goddess cannot do,
Mind control on the “Ponshoo” (Gods who are the human men tonight)

They get together at least one day a week,
To drink tea, eat cake and plan the “hompshee” (attack)
Nobody every notices a thing,
Because they pretend they can paint, draw and sing

The dark ones appear with black hair as witches from hell,
They might be geeks who have elf ears and haunted bookshelves,
Pretending to be the ancient “Beench” (hero who kills the demons),
As long as they are brooding, and can wear a tight skirt,
Spout others poetry, and write and seem smart

As long as they can look you in the eyes,
And have gaps between their thighs;
Or they can have a broad face and a little round belly,
So they can be the God who laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

They wear a power suit, they seem astute,
they get high-end jobs, they are the head “honch”;
They are seductive and good at getting you in bed,
Its all a trick in the head, then they can win “the men”;

She speaks not a word, not in reality or your mind,
She simply does not have the energy or time,
The real Goddess is not neat or tidy, she is “aveknor” (a person who is so upset and angry she shakes the earth with such force she creates tidal waves).

The real God is in your world, you do not see me, I do not act up,
I am quiet and humble and slowly speak, people fall asleep around me,
I am not hyper, but calm in realty, but my energy is “fooonchonsah” (upset at the highest level) as can be,
My hair needs a cutting, my nails I bite off, dark circles encompass the space around my eyes, my uterus is gone.

The gap in my thighs is filled in with solidified oil,
My skin is demonized.
I cannot power walk on a treadmill, I died and I cannot walk at all,
As Jesus Christ, I cannot spend Christmas at a mall!

“Scoonchy Ho, Ho, Ho”
Her name is Offleeonchonchonsoh, she is an ancient demon, a devil now, a “scoonchy ho” (evil one who gets “the men”), she is the “one in the sky”, who is always shopping and shopping and shopping, you think she is nice, you think she is pretty, she is blonde and little and seems kinda sweet, but with this evil one you cannot compete, she is the evil one).
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I am the One in the Sky

10,238 years ago, I a “pleyonshoo” (a person who is of a horrible place and moves on) came to the planet Earth, a planet which I created. I am a “ploonshon onsah” (a person is of “the mind”, who investigates the mind so she can let it go), as the God “Hoonsh Ah” (I am the one at the top of my game, the God), I was tasked with a full investigation and immersion into the mind to understand the dynamic of it, to comprehend the “floonshah” (a person of mystery), to undertake the unmaking of it. I was a human God, but tonight I ascended to a higher level, I am the “plooanahoshoontonsee pleekahsanoh” (a person in the sky who is tasked with a higher order of business, to ascend above one’s station, to become a higher level of a God, “moonkatont” (make oneself known in the world of man), so they understand, that a castration, of sorts, is about to take place in the “honshasoniah asee” (“place in the sky” which is not a place, or a sky, or ascended, or anything but evil, the “peeonshah” (a person in charge, who thinks they are the top, who is not qualified at all, but uses their power to hurt an innocent and calls themselves a hero).

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