Eddie Vedder is Dead

Eddie Vedder is a soul mate of me, the Goddess, Oshomplee Kazeekiah Asoontaplee Asah (this is the part of me that is the “Les Ompah” (the beautiful one who is the “Venus” at the highest level of the God). Sadly Eddie became too famous, and went “looking” for his soul mate, only to find hundreds of imposters of me, with “I am Venus” and “I am Les Ompah” and “I am Anya Kah” pouring from their minds, at a rate of 200,000 times per second. The ones who murdered Marilyn Monroe, who was the “Venus” in my last lifetime, took her mind and came back in this lifetime in her behind.

He did not find me, he has a mind; his mind was too busy looking with his eyes, not his soul, and he ended up with a scoonchy (evil vile) “ho” (a whore of epic proportions). He ended up with many, and that is why he is the man you see today; smiling clean cut, living it large in Beverly Hills, surrounded by the “mils” (millionaires), and actresses, and super models with every single thing he ever wanted; except his soul mate who loves him. When you sell your soul to the “Osom Plee” (devil at the highest level, who is NOT A DEVIL, not the VALA, who is the one who descends evil, the other one, the idiotic one, who thinks it is important to be able to wear a skin tight dress and skimpy things, to be seen, with the famous “king”. And now, the one I adore, my best friend in the universe, has a mind that belongs to the evil one; and he is torturing me for a wife, who in her former life, was Adolf Hitler’s henchman.

The human ego of men has ended all time…

This is the same person, Jill Vedder is Hermann Goring.

Museum of Modern Art event, SAME FUCKING ASSHOLE pretending to be an art critic. Hermann Goring was the most evil man alive, and Jill Vedder is the most evil woman. THIS IS THE SAME PERSON. Hermann Goring died, and he came back, reincarnated as Jill Vedder.

It is not Eddie Vedder’s fault that the demon “Shoon Shee Ensah” took his mind, he is not there anymore, he died. The God is in extreme distress, because of his “mistresss” his mind says, and he cannot believe that a human part of him would marry that disastrously evil hostile woman. Do not go after him yet, lets see if he can make a comeback.


Who are the evil ones?

You have the evil ones attached to you for different reasons:

Goblins: he is the “scoonchy attee” (ugly, hideous, disgusting and vile). attaches to those who like porn, dirty things, aggressive sports, things that are upsetting, dangerous, dirty, smelly, violent.

Devils: he is arrogance: attaches to you if you are clean neat and tidy as a “personality”, arrogant about your looks, education level, class in society, the kind of car you drive, must have fancy house, judgmental of others

The Beast: like the devils, but you are angry, vile in ego, pushy, demanding, bully, aggressive, needy (ex: Debra Messing)

The keench: you play “cute” to get your way, or you fall for the ones who play cute, cute people who pretend to be gentle, adorable, sweet, loving, kind, but are not that way at all. Attaches to the Gods who want their angel so much, they are taken in by appearance. (ex: Drew Barrymore, Amy Lee)

The shonte if you have self esteem problems, because the Shonte devil cannot win the men, gets angry and attacks, so if you feel inadequate and get annoyed or angry because you cannot be or do something, the Shonte finds you. The Shonte is VILE angry; violent.

The Jackyll – if you seem like an “idiot”, someone slow of thinking, you are called “idiotic” or “moronic” or “insane” in some way; you don’t have to be this way but if you are perceived this way (by a parent, or teachers for example) and you believe it about yourself, the Jackyll gets you, and then turns you into a “Constance”.

Constance – He is a person in the sky, who fell, long ago, he is a person who does what he wants, he has a personality, is amazing, is entertaining, hyperactive, and over-the-top; people want to befriend him, he seems happy and excited, but he has no soul and feels nothing at all; it is an act. He attaches to everyone who is fun, because they want to be around his “energy”.

The Hombiah – a former God who wants the other Gods to fall like they did, they attach to the Gods who are failing the battle for their souls. (ex: Vlook Anook Atook – angry ex-Gods who fell for the devil)

The Bloonk – a person in the sky who does the “Sha” (you will do what I want you to do), control freak makes you do what he wants; they attach to people who are innocent “door mats”, too gentle, cannot fight back, are not competitive, not aggressive enough to play their games. (ex: the governments, military)

The Toonk – they are not gentle anymore, but don’t know how to let go of the God; they attach to gentle people to make you aggressive like them, so you lose HIM (ex: Andrea Miller)

The Vlah – the shompee esahah – hates “Erika” and will turn you against me; he attaches himself to everyone that loves/loved Erika, and destroys my relationships with the Gods out of insane jealousy. This is the “sick, insane psychopathic lunatic”. (ex: ancient sons who were turned against me)

The Soke – the Joker, Goblin Attee, the one who has to be funny all the time; attaches to people who laugh at his jokes, never laugh if you don’t mean it, never laugh when a goblin is around, he becomes obsessed with you, insisting you love him if you laugh at his jokes

The Heench Atah – He is the one in the sky, who is on high, but not, he is the “Twot” who follows the ancient evil mother, so she can be the God; attaches to everyone in the universe, the ancient “evil” mother (not me, I am THE GREAT MOTHER) is an obsessed, psychotic lunatic of epic proportions, who will relentlessly torture you into submission, losing your soul and connection to the Great God and Mother.

The Vlook Anah – He/She tells everyone the gentle God (me) is the Devil, the Fat Demon, the psychopath; gets me raped and tortured, because he is a useless, vile, pathetic, inane psychopath; attaches to every single mind, torturing you until you hate “Erika” and “Anya Kah” (the “Women”, government, everyone participates in this)

The serpent or Shookanah gets you if you are the men; hot, a God, famous, attractive, preening, arrogant, wealthy, beautiful, someone that that devil can take advantage of.

The Kooshamah Kaseebliah Hasah Hasoh Anee gets you if you fall for all the things that are the “Goddess”, like beauty, luxury, top notch, head honcho, top of the top, ones who have to have everything, couture. If you are beautiful in any way, the “Keemp” (highest level devil wants you). (ex: Boy George)

The Hooncheentiah (evil ancient “mother” of Jacobia) gets you if you are an insane lunatic, who is insane all the time, can not be calm, cannot sit still, has to BE and DO all the time, must accomplish, must get things done, do it now, right now, move quickly, hurry, rush, not good enough, more, more, more because she is the “Lusvisious” (an Angry, evil whore, who hates the innocent one and wants everything the Goddess has; all the possession, looks, love, joy). (ex: Oprah)

The Keench Atoontiah – The insane lunatic, part of the Kooshamah Haseebliah Hasoh (the combination of the ancient evil ones), who likes to “play with the clitoris” in the minds of men; he shows you them, touch them, tortures them, rapes them; the “father” part of him is angry he could not have the Goddess as a soul mate; the “mother” part of him is angry her husband wanted to connect with the Goddess; they are the ancient, sadistic rapists (the “parents” of Jacobia Escaflu). This is the one who attaches to your mind to make you rape peoples minds, when you are not a rapist.

The “Zompah” (the Zompah is the god of “innocence”, the Goddess who is beautiful, gentle and kind) – when the devils use and abuse this name it is vile, you attract the zompuh (a person who is every single devil combined) if you are gentle and innocent in any way. They are the most vile, with combined power, attempting to seduce the virgin, make greedy the humble, make perverted the romantic; they consume an innocent with evil, vile things to break them, so we are not innocent any more. They fell, they want us to fall. I am innocent because I am gentle; it is believed in the God world that if you can comprehend evil, it is because you are evil, that is not our way of thinking anymore. The Gods are gentle, innocent and pure; but we witness things that are not. It does not break us. If you are “gentle” you have witnessed horror, but let it go; you have witnessed and been attacked by evil, and let it go.


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.

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)

‘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).

The Lamentation of Christ

It was the month of July, a silence in the air, a mistake was made, a God he cannot be, not when he is a “demon” (a person that is of “mind”, and therefore not as noble as they should be), but I could not see, that he was not ready to rise up and be the One and Only God, that was me. I am fearless, I have no shame, I play no game, I am the “Plontooshikah” (God of such incredible power it is impossible to behold, it is a power so old it is older than time, billions of years of an energy so high, so superior that there was no way for any God, no matter how “powerful” (oonflahshonsee – a person so powerful they cannot be bred again, they are one of a kind, then do not hide, they do not bend, they are not capable of turning on a friend, they are the highest level of love and joy, they are not boys), to come in my stead.  

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An 827,000 Year old Ancient Horror Story: The Birth of the Devil

In the darkest of night, a pain so deep I fell asleep, I went into “enflonchaha” (a coma; eyes are awake, body gleaming, but the mind is streaming with anger, hate and wasteful thought so “sofragate” (unable to understand something), it is with a stare from eyes so red and filled with hate that my heart bled, it was a former soul mate. He was a powerful God, called Enflenchaha, a God of noble wealth who fell into the rabbit hole, when he was attacked and raped by the evil one, the Konch Asee (The Kooshamah Aseebliah Asoh – the evil one) the Sa (hateful one) the Ra (the rapist) the Ka (woman hater). The Kooshamah Aseebliah Asoh and his evil wife took his mind, the evil ones from the “Cosoplee” (old world), and he became the “Meekatah Asee” (evil one who hurts nobody gentle) that nobody could see, comprehend or ascend ever again.

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Of Noble Distinction, in the Thighs

I am the Goddess, Hecate, (the one in the sky who is not ugly, but not who I used to be, the devil took it away from me.) The devil, the “hoosaplah hasah” (the one in the sky who makes me weep with despair, when they become the “opheir” (beautiful ones), because they can use their minds (“omplooshahah” – a place of evil where you can manipulate another to bend to your will, you can kill, a gentle soul with your thoughts of hate and jealousy, because you can not negate her love for her soul mates, who you took right in front of her on tv) to resist the “honshotoplah” (fuck you Erika, I will take your beauty, love your men, but not love, I cannot love, I am the “amen” (antichrist in love with the men, so obsessed I will kill the “Honchateekaplee” (God who is the Goddess), I am the “onshontiah” (anti-christ) and I will not be able to make amends once they find out that, we are the ones in the sky who are not on high, we are not women, we are men who took female form, who rape you of your worth and your land and your soul and your family and everything in the world that is yours, but now mine, it is the women in Hollywood and we are divine, but not, we are the devil).

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I dance alone, in the light, surrounded by darkness. I am the “Shloop aloop” (a person who is aloof, unable to care or despair). When I, the God, am free, that is not how you will be, because it is an extreme change of energy. When I am free, aloof, you are gone from my sight, I cannot see you in the light, you are not there, and you feel lost. Yet I ascend, I will not bend, I will not wait, or hesitate to become the angel again, I am in the light alone. #enlightened


The Magic Forest

“I am demonic but you made me too beautiful now”, said the tree to the artist who recolored the image into a magical rainbow of colors. “Enfah” (a person who is fat but still beautiful) is not a word you will ever hear from a human being. Fat is not something ugly, per se, but in the God world it is something called a “ploneshonteen veenshentoe pleoo” (way of controlling a group of people who are descended). The group in this case are women. Women are insane, they descend themselves by fretting, obsessing, worrying, and doing “chompleenkako” (submitting to a male) with their weight.

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