“Asonetapleasah Anee Kaplee Valoo Eena Kasoo”, that is my name in full. I am The Goddess (the one and only, there is only one, every Goddess is me) Anya Kah (fleontiay – the one in the sky who is on high, the one who is the human God, the one who is “ashoont” (angry at the humans). In the beginning you were a species we called the “sheeontee” (chimpanzee), a loving, adorable and beautiful creature who would help keep the environment balanced and be loving and gentle, but now you have become vile and “continental” (a person of great importance in your minds only, in reality you are nothing).
The Goddess died on June 4, 2020. The world felt it, the skied darkened, the sea was still, the earth shook a little, the mountains quaked, the energy waked, the crowds formed, the meeting adjourned, the evil ones decided it was time they become the Gods. They celebrated in the back of her mind, where they had a party and ate cake, and swallowed it for the first time. They are the famed, acclaimed, and unashamed.
They attach themselves to my mind and repeat everything I say, and do everything I do, and covet me the way fans do, but they are obsessed fanatical “hoshkongoe” (whores on a 10,000 year mission from the ancient devil, who is their master, they are the ones who masturbate in the human mind, show their behind, their tits are on high, and so are the prices of insuring their behinds; who are out of their minds with grief because they cannot win being me.
So today, I rise up again, since they did 16,482 mind techniques on me in less than 24 hours overnight while I “slept”, the “floonseenseah” is not kind, it is hateful, and although it was not “abated” (intentional), I am heartbroken. So I have to resurrect…