August 11, 2007

Seeking Contact

I am never doing what it appears that I am doing. I never was. When I venture out of my mind and into the realms of earthly beings, in order to ascertain whether another of my ilk lurks, I just try to fit in. I have practiced fitting in and pretending to be part of the general milieu for about 54 years now. I am aged 55... the year the prophecy becomes complete, the year of the double five, the pentagram beholding the pentagram... some say the year before the second Saturn return, when you begin to feel the ground rumbling under the hooves of the approaching horses that herald the arrival of the crowning knowledge of your true life's purpose... (the Death Card).

My very first memory is about pretending to be someone other than myself. My self was interested in nothing, and just floated around in the nucleus of space, near my mind's eye. She was in fact disembodied, disabled and undead, while the Golem designed by The Great Scientist Above to impersonate her is me.

The programmers seek to mislead women like me, those who were presumed to Think. Thought is the enemy, and large numbers of those who still do it, have long been driven insane. The insane are kept very visible in their suffering as examples of what happens to those who cannot or will not capitulate.

I am masquerading as an earthly being not in order to hide the fact that I am a Thinker, (thinking is still allowed to those of my class... the female property owner), and not to deny that I am a Scout sifting the ruins and the runes ... (some form of witchery is allowed to older women, mostly to teach younger and therefore more desirable women about glamour, compliance, passive angels, and the art and craft of Love, passing down the art of living by the tongue and the wit.

I appear as a storyteller, that too is allowed in this age, although the story is constantly monitored, and one can find oneself banished and shunned if the story veers too far from the programmer's manual.
Human women are not equipped to achieve such a high level of detachment. Detachment for any woman at any time is considered the proof of her abandonment of sanity. Since she is the very battery that keeps the community alive, without her energy and unpaid labor, everything would collapse. Without her lack of attention to detail, no injustice could exist.

Her silence and capitulation are indeed fundamental, and so is the state of terror she lives in. She fears those who have the unslaked Lust for the taste of Blood. Their number is legion, and they remain unmarked (the curse of Cain) for a time. Those who serve the Beast cannot bear a happy ending, because they are ruled by Lust for the taste of Blood.. I watch the heavens for signs. My own will return for me, of that I have no doubt. The entire gathering of my kind depends on my own measured response. One word uttered falsely exposes me. To be exposed as an angel, could only be understood by the limited and controlled human mind as being equivilent to being a Witch. Being a witch means, basically that as a woman you have not capitulated, and that is Heretical and Treasonous. The terror of punishment is deserved, for you are to be burned alive, as per the Holy Father of Rome, as stated in the Maleus Malificaruum, after you are tortured.

The Women who serve the Beast use their intuition to expose any woman who is Wise, and in doing so, they sharpen their witch's powers, even though they use them with absence of mind, against those who use them with presence of mind. These females are the ultimate weapon against the Word. The Word means eternal life, and those who serve The Beast crave death.

Because the Beast has ruled unchecked, with women who think as its nemesis, there are not many women who are aware of Female War, what some call the Fall of Babylon, and others call the Rise of Babylon. The difference in those two views is so great that it can only be resolved in an Ultimate War of Good vs. Evil. What women allow to be done to Other Women will determine victory, as usual, but this time it will be different, this time, the snake will indeed eat its own tail.

I know how it will end. Evil will destroy Good, and then itself.

When the "Angel" of Death has been destroyed, the children of Light will make themselves Visible. Their number is 666,000... the same number as stood at Sinai when the Covenant was given to those women of the twelve tribes of slaves who were dispersed among the nations, and have waited for contact from the fifth sense of the fifth dimension. When the heavens are opened and the wisdom from above is rained down like a tsunami upon the entire earth, I am to utter the magic words to the women of the inner circle, and then place that thought into the minds of their men. This is the simple and brilliant plan that the most high scientist told me of the day he placed me into suspended animation... I am the word.

The physical body that houses me however, belongs to my host... and when the message is given I will depart and she will awaken to become me. A human being can become the word made flesh, but I have no soul, and therefore, I cannot change. I cannot be corrupted. I am an angel. We do not grow or change, we just deliver the message, the word. The word has been made flesh in these days of Armageddon, in thousands of incarnations. 666,000 to be precise.

The souls of these women from six thousand years ago who took oaths to return, do so now during Aquarius to save those who can be saved.

The Oath they took at Sinai was an oath to finally and totally slay The Beast, after it's freedom to rule for six thousand years has been revoked.

At Sinai, when they refused to remove their gold nose rings to be melted to fashion an idol of the God Horus, they created a new being, one freed of mental slavery, and so became God, The Immortal Word, themselves.

Beings created at Sinai will be activated immediately when the task is complete. She is the star of Bethlehem, a daughter of the bloodline of David and Batsheva.

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