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under-cotton-and-calicos · 5 months

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Take Me Back To Eden

Multiple Ghosts x AFAB Reader

AN: It’s been a long while. I’ve been busy [insert unhinged ao3 author life update here]. This has been sitting in my drafts for the LONGEST time jeez. Wasn’t really satisfied with any of the directions it took so I finally sat down and committed to something. May or may not have a sequel. I recommend listening to “Descending” by Sleep Token while you read this. As the title implies, I’m kinda obsessed with the band right now. Enjoy!

tags: cult sex, orgy, heavy dubcon, ghosts, ancient deity, mind manipulation, oral sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, WEIRD CUM

Word count: 3.9k

With a pathetic sputter, the incessant humming of your old corolla’s engine gives way to silence. For a few moments, you sit in the dark and quiet, a mixture of excitement and anxiety raising goosebumps on your skin. You’ve done this hundreds of times, you’re sure that today you’re going to get your big hit. It has to be.

You slam your car door shut and take a deep breath, a gym bag filled with equipment and cameras slung over one shoulder, your free hand guiding the beam of your heavy duty torch across the entrance of the abandoned bar. The old, faded sign perched above its entrance is unreadable, faintly you can make out traces of looping letters. Its battered and dusty exterior belies the rumours you’ve heard about the place.

You were supposed to come with your posse, but every single one of them had work or family issues that cropped up at the last minute. Not one to be deterred by fear, you ended up making the drive down alone. In spite of the cool night, your skin is warm with anticipation as you cross the threshold and slip into the bar.

Not much is known about its origins or history- it’s a small, rundown lot in a slow and quiet part of town, so no one has ever paid it much attention. It had been a hole-in-the-wall style pub that attracted a small and dedicated group of patrons before mysteriously closing abruptly. Hours of digging through the net gave you enough reason to suspect that there was an abnormal cause behind why it still hadn’t been bought out for decades, though. The reports of ghostly apparitions in the crevices of obscure forums led you down a rabbit hole. Soon enough, you managed to find a video posted online, taken by some teenagers roped in by a bet. You studied it for hours, pausing at every frame.

You can still remember the sweet thrill, the goosebumps that formed on your skin when you noticed the wispy, grey figures hidden behind corners in several frames. Jackpot.

Your friends had told you that they were edited but your gut told you otherwise. There was a genuine fear in those kids’ eyes, you bet on it.

As you manoeuvre through old tables and chairs, you notice that the furniture is still well kept, barring the fact that everything is covered in layers of dust.The retro style bar, stools and shelves are all in good condition, though lacking bottles of booze and the typical drink making paraphernalia. Maybe someone still cares for the place?

You notice a few doors that hadn’t been explored in the video, so you try each handle, one of them leading to an empty storage room, another leading to a kitchen behind the bar, the next to a decrepit restroom. Curiously, there’s a long stairway behind a stuffy curtain going down to what you presume is a basement door. There’s an inlaid symbol on the door, made from burnished golden metal, its fine quality at odds with everything else in the bar. You’ve never seen anything like it before- the silhouette of a tree firmly rooted to the earth, its branches and roots reminiscent of…horns?

There’s something compelling about it. Your stomach dips at the thought of you opening the door, but you want to. There’s something on the other side of it.

When you yank on the handle, it doesn’t budge, breaking you out of your momentary stupor. You shake your head and blink.

Caught up in the moment?

“Damn.” You sigh. Typically, you would leave lockpicking to another one of your friends. There isn’t much you can do about it, so you decide to set up a few thermal cameras overlooking the tables and bar, as well as an REM pod for proximity detection on the countertop.

Kneeling behind the countertop, you turn on your spirit box, its harsh white noise filling the quiet. Through the static, you call into the night.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

There’s no response, but you introduce yourself and continue. You’re well accustomed to this pattern already, after years of this. The hauling of equipment, meticulously setting everything up, dicking around for a few hours and then packing up and heading home. Keep the time spent idle low, and expectations even lower. Perhaps it’s because you’re alone tonight. There’s a charge in the atmosphere, a certain secrecy and wonder to the ritual.

“I'd really like it if you told me your name.”

“Like.” The artificial, crackly word emerges from the static.

“Yes, I’d like it if you introduced yourself too.” You wait a few more moments before the next word. For a while, monosyllabic words are all you receive. So you dig and prompt until you tag onto something.

“More.”

“More?”

“M…More tha-an.”

“There’s more than one of you?” You say, peering around the empty bar. There’s no sign of the specters from the video, only swirling mites of dust suspended in the air under the glow of your torchlight. “Where are you?”

“H-Here.”

Suddenly, your REM pod flashes green, red, blue against the shadows, signalling that something is close by, very close by. But instead of its typical bleeping, a warbled wail echoes through the empty bar, causing you to flinch from how loud it is. The fuck?

You turn around and direct your torch towards the pod. Your heart falters.

A crowd of grey specters are standing behind the counter, their forms towering over where you’re kneeled on the ground. Their bodies are featureless, rippling as though they could blink out of existence at any moment, at odds with the physical realm. For a second, you can’t bring yourself to do anything. You feel dread, you're stunned, but underneath it all, the irrational, ghost hunting geek in you is baffled. Holy shit, holy shit.

You jump to your feet, backed against the shelves. Their heads tilt upwards, following your movement. And then you’re fleeing, terror driving you to run from the very situation that you’ve been chasing down for years.

The moment you’re behind the steering wheel, you step on the gas, your corolla protesting as it's jolted out of its sleep and forced to shoot down the empty street. You don’t stop to turn and look.

“Wait.” A real voice overlaps with the one coming from your spirit box still clutched in your sweaty palm, but you don’t stop, turning the corner around the countertop and passing through an ethereal, translucent arm reaching out to stop you. You burst out of the bar into the cooler night air and shakily jam your key into your car, cursing as you struggle to get the door open.

Holy shit, you chant over and over again, they’re real, they’re real!

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Your alarm wakes you from a restless slumber, one of many in the past few months. With a groan, you fumble for your phone with your eyes still closed and turn it off.

“Fuck…” You curse at the soreness in your back and slick between your legs. It happened again last night.

Tugging your underwear down, you stare at the sticky mess you’d created in your sleep. Glimpses of your dream, or nightmare, flash through your head, sending a quiver down your spine. Your breath hitches at the thought, you palm your stiff nipples through your ratty old shirt and begin fingering your cunt, warm and dripping wet.

You’ve been tormented by a string of dreams lately, each one leaving you aching in the morning. So much so that you have had to incorporate masturbation into your morning routine. It’s never satisfying though, your fingers and toys don’t come even close to what you experience in the nasty recesses of the dreamscape hidden in your mind. All of them are vivid and realistic, but when you wake, you can only recall little snatches- greedy hands taking their fill of your body and being bent over, being filled…being defiled.

And with your equipment left at the bar, what can you do? There is no evidence of your findings. You can’t tell your friends that you’ve been having wet dreams almost incessantly since that night alone in the bar. You would seem like a lunatic.

But it wouldn’t be wrong to call this a kind of madness. Frantic and possessive. Bodies cast in vibrant colour, shadowed and swaying against you. Cast in the black behind your eyelids is a gold insignia, beckoning you closer and closer.

With a whimper, you cum, body folding over and shaking as you ride out your climax. Temporarily satiated, you slump back into your pillows dramatically, staring at your ceiling. Something from that bar had followed you home. And you want to go back.

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The empty district is just as quiet as it was the last time you were here. It’s a cold night, and you tug your sweater around your shoulders as you lean back in your car seat. It’s undeniable that you’re a little scared- you feel like one of those idiot teenagers in horror movies that get themselves killed for wandering recklessly into danger. Again, something tells you that it’s different. Or maybe you’re just horny.

With your torch in one hand and your phone in the other, you enter the bar. All of your equipment is just as you left it. You trace your finger over the REM pod on the countertop, dusty but intact. It’s…quiet.

What did you expect? To get jumped the moment you came in? There’s no sign of the specters as well. You’re a bit disappointed, because it means that those dreams you’ve been having might not have been supernatural at all, and worse, the specters might have been a figment of your imagination.

Just as you resolve to pack up your things and leave, a sliver of light catches your eye, cast against the dark floor. Purple light streams between the curtains that lead to the locked basement. Your heart begins to pick up pace again, and you rush over, brushing aside the thick, heavy fabric to see the stairway down illuminated. The door is open!

“H-Hello?” You call out, flicking your torchlight off and leaning it against a step. With hesitant steps, you descend, eyes adjusting to the dim artificial light. You know this atmosphere, this tension in the air from the distinctive purple haze of your dreams. Almost instinctively, your core warms and you can feel yourself shiver, a conditioned response.

When you reach the base of the stairs, your breath stalls in your throat and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips. The same apparitions that have been haunting your dreams are there, facing you, as if waiting for your inevitable return. Your nervous eyes scan the rest of the room, it looks like you’ve stepped into another realm entirely- gone are the cheap and neon plastics of the bar, there’s a pool of fabrics and pillows, and an altar, carved from stone with tall pillars of candles by its sides.

Dazed, you don’t realise that you’ve been walking until you’re a few feet in front of the specters, their heads following you uncannily.

“I-I…” You sputter, jittery under their heavy, obscured gaze. They haven’t even done anything to you yet, but your head is all cotton and gauze. Slowly, you sink to your knees.

“My dreams. I’ve seen you there.” You say, awe-struck. A delicate voice replies, soft as a gossamer sheet.

“I am glad that you’ve returned.” It confuses you. You’re not sure if the voice is coming from one of the specters before you or if it’s echoing through your head, like you’re on a phone call with someone in the same room as you. Up close, their forms are ethereal, shimmering and tinted purple from the lights, shifting ever-so-slightly.

You can still make out the shape of a mouth and a nose on their faces, as well as outlines of their limbs and hands. One reaches out to you, fitting the curve of your cheek in the palm of their hand- your eyes widen at the touch, it feels real, cold but solid against you.

“Good one…pretty one…” They close around you, clamouring to touch you. A hand combs through your hair, traces the curve of your ear, another slides past the collar of your shirt to the dip between your shoulder blades, and one presses its fingers against your lips.

Strange, you think, opening your mouth obediently for the cold fingers to savour the wet warmth of your tongue. Every cell in your body is alight, bristling with energy and ready to burst at the seams. This is what you’ve been wanting for so, so long.

How could I have been terrified of them before this?

“More, more.” Not enough of you is exposed it seems. You shed your sweater, your hard nipples visible through thin fabric. The atmosphere bristles a bit, you think, as you finally discard your shirt, your breasts and inviting skin on display for them to grab at, their touch growing more hungry.

They whisper, trailing lower and lower. You close your eyes for just a moment, the jostling bodies around you giving way to darkness as you relish in the feeling of hands that grope your chest, firm nipples being pinched and tugged at, your bare body slowly becoming accustomed to their supernatural chill. Something bumps against your lips and you smile, opening your eyes once again to bat your eyelashes up at the specter that has its stiff cock in hand, unabashedly asking for entry.

You open wide, sticking your tongue out for the specter to slide its head against you. You think you hear a whimper, and you’re pleased to feel it twitching as you close your mouth around it, humming as you bob your head and take more of its length down your throat. It’s solid, hard like a human’s, and you can feel the bump of veins trailing down its shaft. Behind you, one kneels down and presses its torso up against your back, a hand cupping your soaking sex and another kneading your breast.

“Here…!” Two more specters hovering over you tug at your arms impatiently, wrapping your hands around their own dicks. Obliging their requests, you stroke them lazily, eyes flitting between all of the spirits that surround you. The ones that are not latched to your body stand a short distance away, fisting themselves, undoubtedly staring at you get busy. Underneath their innumerable gaze, you’re exhilarated, and a thought flits through your mind- they’ll all have a chance to run you through later, and you’ll be able to experience it all in reality.

The specter shoves two fingers into your needy hole, grinding them against your sweet spot. You falter, but the specter that’s in your mouth clamps its hands around your head, sinking so deep that your face is flush with their crotch. The two rut into your tightened grip, gasping and groaning fills your head.

“So good…so good…Ah!”

When a finger flicks at your clit, you cum hard, body arching and thighs quaking. You’re stunned momentarily, and you swallow back the spit pooling in your throat, squeezing around the specter. Suddenly, its grip in your hair grows stronger, bordering on pain as it cums too, cold, thick liquid shooting into the back of your throat and covering your tongue. It tastes like nothing, you note, gasping for air when it detaches from you and releases its grip on your head.

What catches you off guard is the colour of its seed, a thick white substance that drips down your chin onto the floor between your legs, giving off an otherworldly glow. Immediately, another takes its place- the one on the right that had you fisting its cock guides it into your mouth and plugs you up again. This one is less patient, it holds you in place and fucks into your mouth. They use you like a sex toy, taking turns occupying your hands and mouth, grabbing at your chest and fingering your cunt. Any hesitation or endearing nervousness that occupied the specters has disappeared, and you’re elated. You lose count of how many have cum on you, they spill on your face, your chest, covering you in their ungodly semen. It becomes a dizzying cycle, and between your climaxes and theirs’, you lavish them with all that you can give, just as you did in your dreams. What you can take down your throat, you do gladly, an appreciative hum is your reward when you obediently swallow and accept the spurts of cum onto your body.

Suddenly, after a specter smears its cum across your tits, you’re pulled to your feet. Shaky and tired legs unable to support your body, you’re carried over to the altar that you saw earlier and laid upon it. It’s the perfect height, and you groan as a specter grinds its cock against your wet folds. Your legs are spread wide apart, and the empty spaces around you are quickly taken by eager spirits. They pause though, and seem to wait for something patiently. A name is called, something unintelligible, not in the human tongue, not anything you’ve heard before.

They say something in an alien tongue, and look upwards to the ceiling. There is something you didn’t notice before, the same sigil as the one on the door is painted there. In a split second, a collage of memories are made clear in your mind’s eye- you see offerings of wine and food, people kneeling before hulking statues and trees, orgies in secluded areas where hedonism flourishes, lush with the scent of sex and flowers.

The specter between your legs breaks you out of your reverie, and you’re suddenly in the basement once again, fully aware of your dripping cunt, the need. There’s an energy in the room that wasn’t there previously, charged and crackling. You groan when it fits its bulbous head against your entrance, hands kneading the flesh of your thighs as it enters you. And finally, finally you are one with them. You stare entranced at where you are joined, its thick, translucent cock stretching your starved cunt.

“Fuck me, please.” You rasp, throwing your head back when it begins to thrust into you, setting a brutal pace. Again, the specters crowd around you and put you to work. Closing your eyes, you lose yourself in the wave of pleasure, the friction of the heavy cock in your pussy, the numerous hands that guide you and delight in the touch of your skin.

“You…you…” The voice bristles in your head, and there it is again- snatches of that scene and the voice, it’s getting stronger. You can barely focus, between the ghostly bodies all around you and the thread of a connection to It. They’re both equally addictive- the delicious stretch and fill, the wandering hands all over your overstimulated body, and the irresistible draw to something powerful and primordial. Closer, closer, closer.

The specter fucking into you quivers, its pace quickening and its thrusts growing shallower. It’s about to cum inside you, and you wrap your legs around its translucent torso to force it even deeper inside. In response, its hands grab your hips with so much force that you’re sure they’re going to bruise.

“Perfect.” The word is whispered into the shell of your ear, low but with the power of a command. Instantly, you feel like euphoria has flooded your body, too much of it. Every sensation is painfully amplified, the bliss of each thrust between your legs rapturous and overwhelming. You cum, and the specter does too, you can feel its cold seed like ice in your hot, hot cunt, flooding you, seeping into your being. Every cell in your body is screeching from pleasure so high that it hurts.

“Oh. Too much?”

There’s tears streaming down your cheeks. Your thoughts are melting together and no words form on your tongue, all you can manage is a pathetic nod as your body seizes in agony and orgasmic bliss.

“Apologies, it’s been a while.” It says, and just as quick as it compelled you, the euphoria is sapped from your body. The relief is another form of pleasure, and as you relax, you feel a gush of liquid seep past where you’re joined to the specter- you’re squirting, a puddle of it forming on the altar and dripping onto the floor.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” It whispers again, cool and calm as you gasp for breath. “I like it.”

“What…what-” You’re cut off by the specter dragging its cock out of you, leaving you gaping for the next one in line. You let out a high-pitched whine as the mix of semen and your slick spills out of you. As though to comfort you, one specter cradles your cheek and promptly nudges its dick past your lips. They seem to be oblivious to the conversation going on, or they carry on in spite of it.

“Don’t think. Just let go.” Another cock is thrust into you, barely giving you any reprieve as it pounds into you, intent on getting you filled again.

What are you?

“A vague question gets you a vague answer.” It tuts, “I am the bliss that found its way into your dreams, the cruelty that left you wanting more, and the hunger that brought you back here to me.”

Hands reach out to pinch and twist your nipples and clit, forcing you to let out a muffled yelp.

“It hardly seems fair for you to pay little attention to those who have been fucking you so vigorously. Well, given that you can’t form a coherent thought, the ones that have you speared on their cocks are my most devoted followers. They have been so gracious as to offer their spirits for my perusal.”

And now you understand- it’s a god, an ancient deity on the ceiling looking down upon you, casting its impartial and frigid gaze on this debauchery, orchestrated for its sake.

“And you, my little pleasure, are the first taste of life I’ve had down here in a long time.” Its tone has a vicious bite, excitement palpable. At that, the specters, or puppets in you cum, the elation of their master influencing their own pleasure, no doubt. You choke around the cock forced down your throat, cutting off your breathing until it pulls free from you and you choke down air and seed.

You’re so replete, so tired, you’re not sure whether you can take anymore-

“You will.”

Warily, you sweep your gaze across the hoard of hungry spirits hunched over you.

“After all, isn’t this what you wanted?”

Throughout the night, you’re used over and over, your poor cunt fucked and filled more times than you can count. Just as you think it may end, another specter is between your legs, alternating between lapping up the mess between your legs and pumping its seed into you again. All while some ancient and cruel god speaks to you. With each climax, you feel your consciousness slipping further away, the teasing and praise of the voice in your ear growing ever more distant…

When you wake, you’re exhausted. The specters had disappeared, leaving you on the altar. Despite the throbbing in your core and muscles, you manage to pull your clothes back on and make your way up the stairs, the unpleasant stickiness of your skin urging you to get home as soon as possible so you can take a shower.

A draft sends a chill down your spine, a whisper like a caress brushes past you.

I’ll see you soon, little pleasure.

You’re relieved to see your corolla on the streetside, and as you limp to your car you make a mental note to pack up your equipment the next time you’re here.

#monster x reader #monster x human #terato #monster lover #terato writing #monster nsft #nsft #cult stuff #COTTON HAS FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING #HUZZAH!!!!!#exophilia

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veryveryverytemporarily · 3 months

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So I wrote this ficlet for Christmas then didn't post it because I wanted to add to it, but then the converstaion with Aaron about ghosts made me realize I'd written the same idea haha. So here it is anyway...

‘Oh, Aaron, I was hoping I’d see you. Can I have a word? Not here, outside?’

There was something about her eyes, so he’d put back the mince pies he’d been going to buy and followed her into the night.

She’d kept walking until she was out of earshot of customers choosing vegetables, and then she’d turned and looked up at him, face lit by sparkling angels high above them on Main Street.

‘It’s about Christmas.’

‘Did my Mum put you up to this? I’m not joining her for the Dingle dinner this year, I’ve told her that.’

‘No, not your Mum. This is about my Christmas, well, mine, and yours, too.’

She was searching his face, and something about her expression made him suddenly breathless. He took a step backwards, buried his hands in his pockets.

‘So, wh…what then…is it that you want me to babysit Harry? Is it that? ‘Cos you know I will...,’ he could hear a tremor in his voice.

‘No, Aaron, not that.’

Her eyes were like saucers looking back at him and he felt his strength seeping into the night.

‘There’s no easy way of telling you this…,’ she said.

‘Telling me what?’

She reached up and held his sleeve, he could feel his heart blundering around in his chest even before she spoke. Hadn’t he had enough knocks?

But he knew what she was going to say, and when she did speak, her words were just an echo, as if time had splintered and sent him ahead so he opened his mouth…

‘It’s Robert,’ they both spoke in unison.

‘…isn’t it?’ he added weakly, looking down at the glistening black surface of the road where he could see stars reflected.

‘Yes,’ Vic was still holding his sleeve, anchoring him. ‘Robert’s coming home. He’s been released.’

He stood at the top of the drive going down to the Mill. Watching.

He saw his Mum outside wearing dark glasses against the afternoon winter sunshine and a warmer round her wrists. Paddy, calling out to her, wrapped in a red scarf, held Evie’s hand as they made their way over towards the entrance of the Woolpack.

Bundled up in a kid’s fur coat, Evie saw him from the distance, smiled, and waved.

He waved back, then when Chas turned in his direction, he looked away. He had no space in his head for the aggro. Not today.

So, instead he returned to watching the turning at the top of the street. Watching for a taxi.

‘I’ve got a return flight booked to Southampton to bring him back. He said he’d manage on his own, but he’ll be disorientated in the big wide world and I want to make sure he gets here alright,’ Vic had said. ‘I don’t even know how much cash they give them, the discharge grant or something, I read about it on the families forum.’

‘Seventy-six pounds,’ Aaron had stated.

‘And then what? Left to fend for yourself on the street if you haven’t got family?’ Vic observed darkly.

‘Well luckily he’s got you,’ Aaron had answered, swallowing. What he’d wanted to hear her say was ‘And you.’ But he wasn’t Robert’s family anymore, was he? What would Robert want him to be?

His stomach felt hollow. What if Robert didn’t want him around at all?

‘Wendy’s going to have Harry until I’m back,’ Vic went on.

‘Does she know?’

Victoria shook her head with a frown as she focused on extracting a blue shirt from its wrapping, and changed the subject.

‘I got him this, and those boxers, and socks,’ she gestured with her chin, ‘and that sweater and these jeans, do you think they’ll be alright?’

She held the jeans up.

Aaron blinked and nodded.

The wool sweater Vic had got for him was midnight blue. He’d reached out when her back was turned and touched the cuff of it.

Darkness dropped swiftly. In his head, the street was haunted.

Like an ancient battle ground, wraiths, and phantoms: In the haze beneath the fur tree with its fairy lights, Aaron could see them.

Finn for one, hair combed and neatly dressed with his cupid’s bow pout, popping over to the Wooly for a pint of Christmas sherry.

Jackson waiting by the bus stop, raising a can of beer to his mouth, still asking the eternal question - Did you love me?

And there was Gerry; goofing about, trailing along behind him as he went out running - but no, he mustn’t think of Gerry because that would make him think of Liv. And thinking of Liv was impossible.

He straightened his back.

A way behind him a door opened and lit the drive so he could see his shadow on the sparkly tarmac appear and disappear again. He heard footsteps and boyish voices, and then Suni and Nicky passed him with a courteous but cautious evening, and close behind them Ethan, who stopped, eyelashes fluttering over shining cheeks.

He had to admit that he’d been flirting. Now he felt incredulous. One day he’d apologize, but not tonight.

Ethan was talking but he’d had to say pardon because he hadn’t been listening.

‘It’s Suni’s first venture out since, well, you know. We’re taking him for a pint; do you want to join us?’

‘No,’ Aaron answered abruptly, and then added, ‘Thanks but, no, anyway.’

‘Oh, well, have a good night then,’ Ethan replied.

Aaron hardly registered his confused frown as he walked on. None of it mattered, he was deleting his recent past, like scrubbing out lines in a badly written text.

He was looking to his real past; all the memories; a heady treasure trove full to overflowing, lost but maybe if wishes could come true, he might hunt it out and unlock it all over again - and x marking the spot was a small cottage on Main Street.

As if on cue the full beam of headlights rounded the corner and a taxi crawled into the street and slowed to a stop, engine turning.

He reeled forward, his heart erratic.

But then Suni, Nicky and Ethan appeared again and he realized his mistake.

He stroked a hand down his face and tried to calm his breathing as the taxi reversed accompanied by the sound of receding laughter, and left him to the silence and the ghosts.

And then in his pocket his phone buzzed. Vic leaving a text.

I thought you’d be here. We’ve been back ages.

He’d been trying on the clothes and his long pale fingers were pulling down the hem of the sweater over his midriff, when Aaron stepped in over the threshold.

His skin was ghostly white, his cheeks hallow. His hair was long and he’d got some sort of beard going on. For a moment it was hard to reconcile this man with the image he’d been carrying round in his head of the husband he’d lost.

But his eyes; grey -green like the sea at Filey on a blustery spring day, staring back at him like he would sweep away all his defenses, his eyes were all Robert.

And it took all his strength not to reach out and hold him, like a possession: His possession. His man; his only man, finally here in front of him.

#my writing #robron

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fruitdaze · 4 months

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2023 books wrapped!

i read 75 books this year, which is more than any other previous GR challenge and mostly a consequence of my need/desire to be distracted from my own thoughts at all times :') and overall it has been my best reading year in memory! i discovered so many new favorites and books that i know i'll return to again and again.

every book i rated five stars (* denotes reread from previous year):

YOUR EMERGENCY CONTACT HAS EXPERIENCED AN EMERGENCY by chen chen

SIX OF CROWS by leigh bardugo

LIU YAO: THE REVITALIZATION OF FUYAO SECT by priest

*IF NOT, WINTER: FRAGMENTS OF SAPPHO by sappho, tl anne carson

CAN CI PIN: THE DEFECTIVE by priest

*REMNANTS OF FILTH: YUWU by meatbun (7S version)

BABEL by rf kuang

THE ISLAND OF MISSING TREES by elif shafak

PAPYRUS: THE INVENTION OF BOOKS IN THE ANCIENT WORLD by irene vallejo

THE ART OF PROPHECY by wesley chu

THE LOCKED TOMB SERIES (GIDEON THE NINTH, HARROW THE NINTH, and NONA THE NINTH) by tamsyn muir

CANTORAS by carolina de robertis

*A FATAL THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM by emma southon

A POWER UNBOUND by freya marske

EMPEROR OF ROME by mary beard

THE WINTERNIGHT TRILOGY (THE BEAR AND THE NIGHTINGALE, THE GIRL IN THE TOWER, and THE WINTER OF THE WITCH) by katherine arden

A ROME OF ONE'S OWN by emma southon

honorable mentions:

THE GOVERNOR IS ILL by yang su

THE HURTING KIND by ada limón

TIAN YA KE: FARAWAY WANDERERS by priest

DEATH VALLEY by melissa broder

THE ROMAN REPUBLIC OF LETTERS by katherina volk

#we'll see if i can get up to 75 books in the next week. i think i might be able to #anyway i love BOOKS please talk to me about BOOKS #rtxt #ETA: 75 BOOKS!!!!

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holidays-events · 1 year

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Lupercalia

Lupercalia as a pastoral festival of Ancient Rome observed annually on February 15 to purify the city, promoting health and fertility.Lupercalia was also known as dies Februatus, after the purification instruments called februa, the basis for the month named Februarius.

The festival was originally known as Februa ("Purifications" or "Purgings") after the februum which was used on the day. It was also known as Februatus and gave its name variously, as epithet to Juno Februalis, Februlis, or Februata in her role as patron deity of that month; to a supposed purification deity called Februus; and to February (mensis Februarius), the month during which the festival occurred. Ovid connects februare to an Etruscan word for "purging".

The name Lupercalia was believed in antiquity to evince some connection with the Ancient Greek festival of the Arcadian Lykaia, a wolf festival (Greek: λύκος, lýkos; Latin: lupus), and the worship of Lycaean Pan, assumed to be a Greek equivalent to Faunus, as instituted by Evander. Justin describes a cult image of "the Lycaean god, whom the Greeks call Pan and the Romans Lupercus", as nude, save for a goatskin girdle.

The statue stood in the Lupercal, the cave where tradition held that Romulus and Remus were suckled by the she-wolf (Lupa). The cave lay at the foot of the Palatine Hill, on which Romulus was thought to have founded Rome. The name of the festival most likely derives from lupus, "wolf", though both the etymology and its significance are obscure. Despite Justin's assertion, no deity named "Lupercus" has been identified.

Locations

The rites were confined to the Lupercal cave, the Palatine Hill, and the Forum, all of which were central locations in Rome's foundation myth. Near the cave stood a sanctuary of Rumina, goddess of breastfeeding; and the wild fig-tree (Ficus Ruminalis) to which Romulus and Remus were brought by the divine intervention of the river-god Tiberinus; some Roman sources name the wild fig tree caprificus, literally "goat fig". Like the cultivated fig, its fruit is pendulous, and the tree exudes a milky sap if cut, which makes it a good candidate for a cult of breastfeeding.

Priesthoods

The Lupercalia had its own priesthood, the Luperci ("brothers of the wolf"), whose institution and rites were attributed either to the Arcadian culture-hero Evander, or to Romulus and Remus, erstwhile shepherds who had each established a group of followers. The Luperci were young men (iuvenes), usually between the ages of 20 and 40. They formed two religious collegia (associations) based on ancestry; the Quinctiliani (named after the gens Quinctia) and the Fabiani (named after the gens Fabia). Each college was headed by a magister.

In 44 BC, a third college, the Juliani, was instituted in honor of Julius Caesar; its first magister was Mark Antony. The college of Juliani disbanded or lapsed following the Assassination of Julius Caesar, and was not re-established in the reforms of his successor, Augustus. In the Imperial era, membership of the two traditional collegia was opened to iuvenes of equestrian status.

Lupercalia most likely derives from lupus, "wolf", though both the etymology and its significance are obscure[8](bronze wolf's head, 1st century AD)

#Lupercalia

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secondtolastfr · 1 month

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Happy Mistral Jamboree!

The fest started a couple days ago but I'm just now getting the spoons to do this, haha- here are my thoughts:

Familiar

Oh what a little cutie! I love the colors and the contrast, plus the fluidity of the snake itself is very nice. I read on the forums it's a paradise tree snake- very nice choice!

Apparel

Now this is what I'm talking about! I always think we need more weapon apparel in-game, and this is so striking. The metallic accents are so nice, and I love the fade from misty green to dark teal. It's a bit of a shame this is fest-limited- I hope it's recolor is just as good.

Gene

I'm not too surprised it's wispy clouds, but I'm not at all disappointed. There's some very nice movement in the clouds, and I like it quite a bit. I can see this being super versatile.

Joxar Recolor

Oh hello- as if the original wasn't already stellar. This? I love this. Incredible.

Favorite Skin - Hainu Herder

Now this is a festival skin! The colors and linework is absolutely stunning, and who couldn't love the cute little Hainus all over? The lanterns, the bells, the little banner- it all just sings "It's time to celebrate!"

Side note: I'm not the only one with thoughts about this, but it's interesting that Aethers and Sandsurges both got three skins each- that's 6 skins taken up by two ancient breeds. I know there's an argument to be made about how Ancients don't get the festival apparel, and that fests are how poorer players can dress up their Ancients, but it's just a little disappointing. I'm sure staff won't make this a regular thing.

#flight rising #mistral jamboree

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hedgewitchgarden · 4 months

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Wildcrafting Mistletoe, or harvesting it from the wild, can be a little tricky considering the height at which it grows. Bottom line, all plants collected for spiritual purposes should be approached with reverence and great care. I mean, duh, right? So for the love of all things holy, please don’t shoot the mistletoe out of the tree with a shotgun.

Finding and Harvesting Mistletoe

Once the leaves fall from the deciduous trees in winter, it is easy to find see the Mistletoe growing in large clumps among the branches. I live in Eastern, North Carolina and it is EVERYWHERE, once you know what to look for. The problem with wildcrafting this herb for magickal and ritual uses isn’t its availability, but its accessibility. When climbing the tree isn’t possible, and the ladder won’t reach, folks around here get creative.

My dad was raised in Alabama and Kentucky, and he tells me it is common country-boy practice to take your shotgun out into the woods and shoot the mistletoe out of the branches. I even found this article bragging about just such a 12-guage shotgun hunt in NC. I’m a city witch, so I wouldn’t have guessed this to be something a magickal person would think to do. Then I met a witch peddling freshly blasted mistletoe. <headdesk>

Um, no. Just….no. Trust me.

How did the ancient Druids collect Mistletoe?

Pliny the Elder, a first century Roman historian, described the ceremony of collecting mistletoe in his Natural History XVI:

“Mistletoe is rare and when found it is gathered with great ceremony, and particularly on the sixth day of the moon….Hailing the moon in a native word that means ‘healing all things,’ they prepare a ritual sacrifice and banquet beneath a tree and bring up two white bulls, whose horns are bound for the first time on this occasion. A priest arrayed in white vestments climbs the tree and, with a golden sickle, cuts down the mistletoe, which is caught in a white cloak. Then finally they kill the victims, praying to a god to render his gift propitious to those on whom he has bestowed it.” Witchipedia

Avoid Damaging the Tree

I asked around the Patheos author forum for input on this question of Harvest-by-Shotgun, and John Beckett, Druid, author and blogger at Under the Ancient Oaks had this to say:

“From a magical and spiritual perspective, it’s not a good idea [to shoot down mistletoe]. People use a shotgun because it’s easy – you don’t have to hit the mistletoe exactly (as with a rifle). But that means you don’t just shoot down the mistletoe, you also shoot the tree. So you’re not just detaching the mistletoe from the tree, you’re also damaging the tree – and likely mangling what mistletoe you shoot down. None of which is likely to preserve the magical properties of mistletoe, much less establish good relations with your local nature spirits.”

In witchery we regard trees to be the priests of the plant realm, so I think one can assume that assaulting a tree with a deadly weapon isn’t a great way to begin your partnership. That isn’t magick; that’s a mugging. Then consider the spirit of the Mistletoe whom you hope will work to aid you. Introducing yourself via GSW* hardly seems neighborly. I shudder to think how the Dryad, the nymph of an oak tree, might take umbrage and retaliate! Good luck with that.

*GSW = Gun Shot Wound, for those who don’t watch police and legal procedural shows as much as I do. <snark>

Avoid Iron

Morgan Daimler, Author and Patheos Agora Blogger on Irish American Witchcraft, reminded me of the “old belief that you shouldn’t cut a plant for magical purposes with iron because that would drive out its spirit.“ Assuming there is some iron or steel in the shot, that would be counter-productive at least. I don’t know any modern pagans wielding golden sickles (as Pliny described); however, there are more common non-ferrous metals, including aluminum, copper, zinc, brass, gilding metal and tin. I have pair of aluminum gardening sheers for magickal harvesting that serve my purposes just fine.

Don’t Let it Hit the Ground

Moreover, to remain effective, Mistletoe should never be allowed to touch the ground, hence the Gaulish Druid’s practice of catching it in a white cloak.

Chris Godwin, Patheos blogger at From a Common Well, offered this input: “In British Magical practice, you address herbs as allies, with reverence and reference to their lore. Gaelic magic doesn’t seem to be of much difference. Also, Mistletoe is sacred in systems like trolldom because they’re liminal, they don’t grow on the ground, but in the sky. So if the mistletoe hits the ground, it loses its liminality and potency.”

So, unless a shooter has a partner in crime who is brave enough to stand UNDER where they’re blasting and can catch it as it falls willy-nilly, you’ve foiled your magick before you’ve begun. All these shenanigans sounds stupidly dangerous, too.

Mistletoe is a helpful Parasite:

Just for interest, how does the Mistletoe get all the way up there? Mistletoe spreads among the heights of trees when birds eat the sticky white berries and then poop them out on branches. Ahhh, the circle of life. There is a good lesson here about how excellent things can emerge from shit. Thanks birdies!

These evergreen plants are able to grow high up in the branches of trees by jabbing a special type of root called a haustorium into the host plant to suck out water and nutrients from it. Despite their parasitic means of growth, scientific studies have found that the presence of mistletoe plants actually improve the biodiversity around them. (Biology Bytes ) They never touch the earth, which is why they are especially magickal plants associated with air.

Mistletoe is Toxic

Mistletoe is toxic. I know that there are some medicinal uses for the leaves, but I don’t think the berries should ever be taken internally. I know that there is information all over the internet about adding berries to the hand-fasting chalice brew, or how to steep it for herbal medicines, but I personally think that unless you are a highly trained herbalist, or otherwise knowledgeable about physical medicine, that it is best practice to avoid consuming mistletoe. You’d have to ingest a whole lot of berries to kill you, but children and pets are especially at risk, so exercise caution while handling this sacred plant. Wash your hands well after handling!

Keep reading for my next installment on the Mistletoe Magick for Healing, Fertility and Protection!

Happy Mistletoe Hunting!

~Heron

#wildcrafting #mistletoe #witchblr #paganism

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that-dinopunk-guy · 10 months

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Massive Gondolend concept sketch dump

Hey look, it's my only artistic output that ever gets more than one or two notes: drawings of dinosaurs (and other animals)!

The whale-sized filter-feeding pliosaur Pelagititan melvillei (labeled here Aquatitan because I changed the name after I drew this), and the orca-sized mosasaur Zallingeria orak. These were drawn way back in 2002, before we had a better idea of what their tails were supposed to look like.

An updated orak that I started in 2016 and never got very far with because I hated it.

Deinonychus antirrhopus.

Yurgovuchia doellingi, which made an appearance in my short stories "The Hunter" and "The Prey."

Assultornis pteronyx, also known as the drop bird. This is a fictional dromaeosaurine found throughout the Democratic Republic of Samaraland that hunts by dropping down onto prey from above and then dragging its kill up into a tree to avoid getting it stolen by something bigger and meaner. One of these guys appears in my novella The Beasts of Kulig County, which barring any fuckups on my part I should start serializing online again in...November.

The wooly rinic, Cryonyx borealis, a fictional species of baryonychine originally native to Gondolend's frigid northern polar region, but which I have since retconned to be a southern polar animal instead. (I'll have to change that species name if I ever decide to do anything more with Gondolend beyond my current revisions.) While this drawing is relatively recent this is the first fake dinosaur I ever came up with for this project, and as you can see I went full Rule of Cool with the teeth. Which then led to...

...The horrormouth, Cryonyx phoboris. It took me years to actually draw this guy in the flesh; for the longest time it only existed as skull and skeletal reconstructions, which someone eventually tried to pass off as real on some random dinosaur battle forum.

The elma'cho, Elmachosuchus gayi. This was a land-croc that I made as a reference to a gloriously stupid website that a friend of mine made and which is now gone.

I forget the scientific name for this guy, but it's commonly known as a crested dragon. It's a meter-long drepanosaur found in the Cassowary Valley, and makes an appearance in my novella Eleven Days in the Valley, which I'll be serializing on my website starting in September.

Domnosuchus, a giant land-croc native to the island of Yulan. This was the largest known species of land-croc, but it was quickly driven into extinction once humans settled the island.

A giant water bug the size of your hand. The Isani consider them a delicacy.

The gartum, a softball-sized dung beetle that cleans up sauropod shits on the Samara. Yes, its name is a reference to the garthim from The Dark Crystal.

The giant hopper, Macropodotherium. This highly derived and infamously belligerent species of hypsilophodont is native to the island of Vona, but a feral population has become established in the Democratic Republic of Samaraland. These also show up in The Beasts of Kulig County. I also hate how this picture turned out and I can't fathom how I thought eschewing outlines was a good idea.

Two pterosaurs that appear in The Beasts of Kulig County, the tai (Istiodactylus) and the turu (Dsungaripterus). The tai is a full-time scavenger and generally non-aggressive, while the turu is a part-time scavenger and doesn't give a single fuck.

Giraffatitan, known in Samaraland as the twiga. One of these also appears in The Beasts of Kulig County.

Isisaurus, which in ancient times was used by the armies of Garacania as mobile battle platforms with archers (and, later, musketeers and then riflemen) on top.

Zuniceratops, known in Garacania as the gergedat, was a popular cavalry mount. Famously, the legendary Garacani princess Denika Agares I led a gergedat cavalry into battle on many campaigns. (She also appears riding one in my short story "The Messenger.")

Nigersaurus was used as a beast of burden throughout Garacania (and presumably other neighboring areas), and domesticated specimens often had their tails docked at a young age to avoid them getting in the way and whapping people in crowded urban environments. The first two concepts in the second picture were serious, and the others...progressively less so.

A very quick and dirty sketch of a scene in the Garacani territory of Ulaan Bok, showing several local Hahn Gar (an ethnic group inspired mainly by the Hmong) passing by as a Rubeosaurus grazes in the foreground.

An Isani boat, as seen in Eleven Days in the Valley.

A pachycephalosaur.

I forget what I called this guy; it's a giant relative of the alligator snapping turtle native to the Cassowary Valley, where it spends most of its time on the riverbed waiting for prey to swim into its mouth. You can't see it here, but it has a very long neck.

A rough concept for a condor-sized alpine scansoriopterygid that never really went anywhere before I put my Gondolend project on indefinite hiatus.

...And that's it for now. Yeah, there's more. See you in part two, dickheads!

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fawnonthelam · 3 months

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It’s that time of year again and snowy Davos is being enjoyed from the cozy chalet and lodge rooms of an interior human world, warmed by a variety of sources.

Given that Environmental issues always gets its time at the World Economic Forum gatherings, I think it would be refreshing if they discussed trying something new with their cultural influence: Positive reinforcement. Celebrating what people of different regions and classes do well, regarding environmental stewardship and resource use.

I return to Donella Meadows’ classification of interest dominant groups regarding environmental management over and over again, not because I retained nothing else from my studies (🤣) but because it really cut through to me on the essential conflict of sharing a world: Even in a perfect world, everyone can be good, everyone can be fair but still see a competition between good things (feeding poor people, protecting wildlife, giving people a means of supporting their children, honoring ancestors, protecting an open space because it is beautiful and inspires a search for meaning) as a challenge.

A class warrior can point to wealthy people with lots of property and goods as greedy consumers while ignoring that high investment land/habitat management, rare herd and heritage tree protection or conservation of ancient stands of trees often accompanies that way of life; an ultra wealthy person can look down their nose at lower class people as needing their guidance on resource management, when they’re likely already more successful at a low resource use lifestyle, in trailers, small homes and apartments.

City dwellers can celebrate their low impact personal transportation use but “farm to table” is just regular life in the country.

The person in an open floor plan mansion can be lectured about heating but their aesthetic relationship between outdoors and in, might keep them inspired to protect wildlife, forests and public parks.

Meeting people where they are, as who they are and putting a positive spotlight on what they already do really well, regarding environmental protection, resource use and interaction with other species, encouraging even more in strong areas is how I think environmental issues will become better abated, managed and at most ideal, actually solved.

Give people their due. Humbly acknowledge what someone else is doing better than you are.

#world economic forum #enviromental #environmentalism #A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down #Positive reinforcement #celebrating what people do well #Economics #Science #environmental management #environmental engineering #civil engineering #urban planning

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hecateamalitumaat · 2 years

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(this is a repost for those new that want to glean the previous ritual past)

PROGRAM IS THAT WHAT YOUR TELLING ME RIGHT NOW PROGRAM CANT HOLD A STRAIGHT

SPRAY PAINTING BLACK TIMBS TO WHITE TIMBS

WERE AT CROSSROADS OWL CRIES IN THE TREES

EVERYTHING HAS TO BE A RETARDED LUCIFERIAN(ONLY LOOKS GOOD IN THE RIGHT BLIGHT) RITUAL

PROGRAM WHO WAS MOVIN FUNNY BEFORE ALL THIS HAPPENED

SUTOOKH HYDERABROWEE YAHOODEE

BAAL-HADAD WELCOMES YOU TO THE TELESTIC FORUMS OF THE MULTIVERSE WITH THE ELOCHIM ANGELIC EVADAMIC RACES

EXPOSING THE AGENDAS OF THE FALLEN ONES POST-DELUGE

ANGELIC DIVINATION - SACRED GEOMETRIES - MERKABA LIGHT VEHICLES - PURGING ENERGETIC FORCEFIELDS - LIGHT-BODY EXPANSION - SHADOW FORMS - COMMUNICATING WITH NATURAL ENTITIES - ENTHEOGENS - ENERGETIC FORCEFIELDS OF HUMANS AND NATURE - ANGELIC REALMS - EXPLORATION OF THE ASTRAL MULTIVERSE - SOURCE

MEDES (LINK BETWEEN IONIAN JAPHETHITES AND ARYAN HINDUS) - (ASMADAI PERSIAN DEVIL/DEMON OF LUST(ADDICTED TO HEROINES) AMONGST MANY OTHER THINGS(AS IN MADAI JAPHETHS SON SUPPOSEDLY WHEREFROM MEDES DESCEND) - MEDIA) DEALING WITH EGREGOROI (FALLEN ANGELIC DEITIES OF VARIOUS TYPES THAT OVERSEE MATRIX WORLDS OF FALSE LUCIFERIAN LIGHT IN TALAS OVERSEEN BY DARK ‘LUCIFUGOUS’ DEITIES FROM LOWER LEVELS OF LOKAS)

WHEN MUSINGS FROM FALLEN IYRS(IYR IS SINGULAR IN ARAMAIC FOR WATCH’ER’ AS IN IRIN(IRAN) BEING PLURAL) GET TOUCHY - AS THERE ARE MORE SENSITIVE WAYS TO ADRESS THE ANUNNAKI THAN OTHERS

AS WE USE ALL THESE FORMS OF COMMUNICATION NATIVE TO THE SPIRITUALITY OF ENSOULED MANKIND WE REALIZE WE START GROWING SPIRITUALLY AND GAINING HIGHER FORMS OF INTUITION AND HAVING THE ABILITY TO EXPRESS OURSELVES CREATIVELY IN ALL DIFFERENT TYPES OF WAYS NOW COMBINING THIS WITH CONNECTIONS WITH POWERFUL DEITIES AND DIGITAL KNOW-HOW WE THAN SEE HOW WE CAN START CREATING OUR OWN ART/DIGITAL ART IE SACRED GEOMETRY AND CHARACTER DESIGN ON PINTEREST/ANIMATIONS(PREFERRED OVER ACTING BUT THATS JUST ME) WITH HUMOR AND INTERESTING CONCEPTS AND WITH DIFFERENT CHARACTERS AND PERSONALITIES/GETTING BETTER AT PRESENTING INFORMATION AND TEACHINGS/VIDEO GAME DESIGN - MIGHT HAVE SOME IDEAS/MUSIC OBVIOUSLY/MUSIC VIDEOS/DOCUMENTARIES FOR EXAMPLE VISITING MODERN DAY ANCIENT* PLACES IE MILETOS(DIDIM IN TURKEY) AND AVARIS(TELL EL DA BA IN EGYPT)AND EXPLORING EVERYTHING ABOUT THE PLACES IE CUISINES ANIMALS NATURE HISTORICAL SHIT MODERN POLITICAL ATMOSPHERE? LIKE THE TRAVEL CHANNEL ETC/DESIGNING WEBSITES WITH OCCULT INFORMATION AND DIGITAL ART GO TOGETHER NICELY WE LIKE INFORMATION BEING PRESENTED IN WAYS THAT ARE DESIGNED WITH A DECLASSIFIED, MYSTERIOUS AND ESOTERIC VIBE - IT ALSO HELPS WITH FORMS OF SOCIAL MEDIA THAT MAKES IT EASIER TO CONNECT PEOPLE WITH LIKE-MINDS - FIRST STEP IS TO LEARN HOW TO USE FORMS OF DIGITAL TECH TO THAN USE IT TO EXPRESS OURSELVES CREATIVELY

CREATOR DEITIES AND DIVINITIES OF THE HUMAN RACE ARE MANY A TIMES EPITOMIZED BY BULLS(CONNECTED TO ANCIENT BAAL WORSHIP) - AS IN ANCIENT TRADITIONS THE BOARD OVER CONCERNING BULL WORSHIP WHICH HAS A LOT TOO DO WITH HUMANITY'S MEDICINAL AND DIETARY ORIENTATION - WHETHER WE ARE MEAT EATERS OR VEGETARIANS(SOMETIMES WE DO NOT ACTUALLY KILL THE BULLS AND FOR EXAMPLE USE THE MUSHROOMS THAT GROW FROM ITS DUNG AS MEDICINE - GOD FORBID) - WHICH GOD - SACREDNESS OF BULLS THE BOARD OVER IN ANCESTRAL TRADITION REFERENCE OF COURSE HATHOR/SERAPSIS/APIS/TAURUS BULL/MINOTAURS/LAMASSU WINGED BULLS/ADAD BULL OF HEAVEN ETC - THE BULL RACES IN GENERAL NEVER-MIND BEING MODIFIED AND VICTIMIZED - POSSIBLE PRESENCE IN WHATEVER TIMELINES AND REALMS OF ADVANCED BULL-LIKE HUMANOIDS - IMPORTANT TO NOTE CONCEPTS OF SNAKE-LIKE/DRACONIC DEITIES WITH ANTI-MAMMALIAN ORIENTATIONS INFLUENCING ON A VERY RUDIMENTARY LEVEL OUR LIFESTYLES NOTABLY IN THE POST-FLOOD ERA IN THE MEDITERRANEAN, ASIA MINOR AND THE LEVANT (LEVIATHAN - LIKE A LEVITE IN ATHENS REFERENCE ‘DRACO’ FIRST LAW GIVER) - WITH ALL THIS TALK ABOUT OCCULT ALIEN BLACK LEVI(LAW - THINK OWNERSHIP AS OPPOSED TO ENFORCEMENT) FROM THESE SIRIUS-BASED AETHERIC LUCIFUGOUS BRANCHES OF THE SERPENT RACES(SLIT IRISED AND FORKED TONGUED ONES) DEALING WITH ACCOUNTABILITIES(NEED FOR SOURCES) - WELL THE DEER IS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT ACCOUNTABLE FOR ITSELF AS A INDIVIDUAL BEING(IT IS NOT ANY OTHER BEINGS FAULT IT EXISTS AND IT IS NOT RELIANT)

HUMANITY'S MEDICINAL AND DIETARY ORIENTATIONS NOWADAYS BELIEVE IT OR NOT HAS A LOT TO DO WITH ANCIENT INFLUENCES FROM FALLEN ANGELS IN THE POST-FLOOD TIMES DEALING WITH MALE AND FEMALE ASPECTS OF A FALLEN ANGELIC HERITAGE NOTING A ORIGINAL SEMI-COMRPOMISED GUARDIAN ELOHIM DESCENT(WHAT IF YOUR MOTHER WAS A SNAKE COMPARED TO A DEER) - AS WE UNDERSTAND ONE OF THE PRIMARY TRADITIONS OF THE GUARDIANS(HEBRAIC AND ARYAN FOREFATHERS) HAS TO DO WITH VEGETARIAN LIFESTYLES AND ENTHEOGENS IE PSILOCYBIN - MOVING TOO AS FAR AS ARYAVARTA

BRANCHES OF ELOHIM RACES SPLIT(FALLEN WATCHERS VERSUS ASCENDED BLIND ONES - DRACONIC VERSUS BAT-LIKE) - IE FALL OF LUCIFER - FALLEN ELS - ARCHONTIC INFECTION - PREDATORY RELIANCE(SOMEONES FAULT) ON OTHER BEINGS NEVER-MIND WHOLE WORLDS ON ASTRAL LEVELS

VEGAN VERSUS NON-VEGAN BATS - BEING MOTHERED BY A BLOOD DRINKER VERSUS A FRUIT-EATER

VLERMUIS DEITIES

ITH MILESIAN KING - ITHOBAAL - LILITH

DESCENSION FROM DIFFERENT DEITY-RACES

ESAU DESCENDANT OF CAIN - DIFFERENT PATHS CHOSEN - STREETS - AFFILIATIONS

MEMBERS OF ANCIENT GUARDIAN RACES MANY A TIMES HAVE CHOSEN DIFFERENT PATHS AND HAVE EVEN TAKEN COUNTLESS FORMS

ULTIMATE DESCENT FROM ANDROGYNOUS OR SEXLESS ANGELIC ELOHIM - ELOCHIM

DIFFERENT TYPES OF MATRIARCHY AND WITCHES - A FEW CONFUSIONS - FALLEN ANGELIC GODDESSES VERSUS ASCENDED ONES - IDENTIFICATION WITH THE ALIEN CONSCIOUSNESS VERSUS MAINTAINING HUMANITY

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CHRIST-FIGURES AND CHRISTIANS THEMSELVES - DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GREEKS AND ROMANS(CEASARS VERSUS SATYRS) - BOGOMILS - MEDITERRANEAN CONFLICTS BETWEEN ANCIENT FACTIONS AND SOCIETIES - ONCE ESSENE NOW NEVER SEEN

HEBRAIC ANCESTORS MORESO OF EL DESCENT VERSUS AMALEKITES - TENSIONS - DIFFERENT ORIENTATIONS NEVER-MIND DIETS(LIKE WE SAID IN SPECIFIC REFERENCE TO THE BULL RACES) - CONCEPTS OF AMALEKITE NEPHILIM LINES BEING ARROGANT CREATIONS SIMILAR TO ALPHA DRACONIANS ALSO SEEN IN A SIMILAR RESPECT(AS BOTH ALPHA DRACONIANS AND AMALEKITES WOULD GET LAYED OUT WHEN IT COMES TO THE REAL POWERFUL GUARDIAN DEITY RACES FOR EXAMPLE WHAT A JOTUN WOULD DO TO A AMALEKITE AND WHAT A 50 FOOT GARGOYLE WOULD DO TO A ALPHA DRACONIAN(WHEN IT FINDS OUT HOW ENVIOUS IT IS OF FLYING FOXES) - THESE WARRIOR RACES MANY A TIMES ARE CREATED BY MALIGNED AND NEFARIOUS ALIEN AND ARCHONTIC WARLOCK DEITIES OF WHATEVER SORTS TO VICTIMIZE WHOLE WORLDS AND RACES) - USED FOR RAIDS IN PHYSICAL REALMS(SHIT-SHOW AGENDAS - DID THE NEPHILIM TAKEOVER AFTER THE FLOOD - AGENDAS STARTING OUT IN CENTRAL ASIA - CONQUEST RECRUDESCED IN SUMER - ANCHARA(TURKEY’S CAPITAL) ALLIANCE DIRECTING WORLD AFFAIRS SINCE POST-FLOOD) - MALE PERSONNEL FASHIONED OFF OF ALREADY EXISTING BRANCHES OF THE SERPENT RACES - ALPHA DRACONIANS(VERSUS LYRANS(INVADED STAR VEGA - VEGANISM TOUCHY SUBJECT) - 18 FOOT TALL SNAKE LIKE FEATURES COULDN’T FUCKING MISS EM) AND FALLEN WATCHERS - EXPLANATIONS FOR WHY THEY WERE KILLING DOGS AND BATS(BLAMED - EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS SOMEONE ELS FAULT) IN CHINA(MANY BELIEVE CHINESE PEOPLE ARE DESCENDANTS OF DRAGON RACES) HAS TO DO WITH TENSIONS CERTAIN ELS(ANCIENT HISTORY OF MANIFESTING AVATARICALLY AND UNDERTAKING COUNTLESS FORMS - REPRESENTING WHOLE WORLDS VERSES AND FORUMS IN THE OMNIVERSE) HAVE WITH DRACONIC DEITIES

AMALEKITES(MORESO SIRIAN - DRACO-SEEDS - ACTUAL CONCEPT IS THEY ARE RELATED TO THE ALIEN WARRIOR RACES THAT OFFERED PORTIONS OF HUMANITY UP TO MOLOCHS TO BEGIN WITH - PART OF THE VICTIMIZATION THE FALLEN ANGELS HAVE CAUSED HUMANITY IS PARTIALLY ACADEMIC(THIS GOES MULTIPLE WAYS - SOMETIMES EVEN ALIEN WARRIOR RACES THAT DEFEATED HUMAN GUARDIANS IN OTHER TIMELINES THAN OFFERED PORTIONS OF MANKIND UP TO THESE WEIRDER ENTITIES BEHIND ASPECTS OF THE OFFICIAL SYSTEM ARE EVEN APOLOGETIC IN A WAY WHEN IT COMES TO A DISRESPECTFUL DANGEROUS PRESENCE HIDING BEHIND THE CURRENT SYSTEM) - NOTING THERE WAS ANCIENT CONFLICTS BETWEEN BRANCHES OF THE ELOHIM DEITY RACES AS IN THE WARRIOR RACES NOT EXACTLY BEING DESIGNED FOR MATH CLASS - SERPENT SEEDS(IE AMALEK ESAU(FROM ABRAHAM - INTERESTING TO NOTE THE ABRAHAMIC SYSTEM HAS TO DO WITH AGENDAS OF ARCHONS(SORT OF AN INFECTION - RESEARCH JEHOVAH/ADONAI BEING YALDABOATH HEAD OF LEGIONS OF ARCHONS(DEALING WITH BIG TINGS) OF THE DEMIURGE) WHICH ARE MASTER-GENETICISTS HENCE DIFFERENT TYPES OF HUMANS - FOR EXAMPLE THERE ARE BOTH EDOMITE AND AMALEKITE LINES OF ESAU) AND CAIN(ALSO RELATED TO THE MEAT EATING ORIENTATIONS IN THE MIDDLE EAST POST-FLOOD THINK CAININE) - SERPENT BLOODED ASIATICS ‘AMU’ CONNECTIONS WITH HYKSOS/MILESIANS ALTHOUGH AMALEKS GRANDFATHER ESAU(DESCENDANT OF CAIN(TELLIN YOU WHAT I CAINNDOIT) - DENOUNCED BY THE LORD(JEHOVAH/ADONAI/YALDABOATH(RAPES EVE BIRTHS CAIN) CAUSES FLOOD TO RID THE EARTH FROM THE NEPHILIM OR THE REAL HUMAN GIANT STRAIN IN TURN GIVING NEPHILIM POWER AFTER THE DELUGE - WHO COULD BE BEHIND AGENDAS TO GENETICALLY TAMPER WITH HUMAN GUARDIANS AND FALLEN ONES HENCE NEPHILIM - ALSO NOTING THE ARROGANCE OF THE DENOUNCING TO BEGIN WITH) BEING AN EDOMITE VERSUS HEBRAIC ANCESTORS(HYPERBOREAN - OF NON-SIRIAN ALTHOUGH CONFUSED WITH SYRIAN EL DESCENT) - SAME IDEA - REMEMBERING THERE ARE ADVANCED FALLEN ANGELIC MATRIX-WORLD PROGRAMMERS FOR EXAMPLE THAT ARE MORE SOPHISTICATED COMPARED TO THE ALIEN WARRIOR RACES THAT WERE HAVING TENSIONS WITH OUR HUMAN GUARDIANS IN OTHER TIMELINES THAT HUMANITY THAN GETS 'OFFERED UP' TOO IN A WAY

NOTING THESE FALLEN ANGELIC DEITIES RELATED TO THE CONCEPTS OF MOLOCH(ACCURSEDNESS OF THE SONS OF AMMON) AND LILITH(NOT HANGING OUT IN WALMART) ARE MORESO 'WEIRDER' TYPES OF ALIEN ENTITIES AS OPPOSED TO THE WARRIORS(DISCREPANCIES CAUSED DUE TO THE FACT THESE MORE WIERDER TYPES OF ANTI-HUMAN ENTITIES MAY BE BEHIND OUR UNDERSTANDINGS OFFICIALLY SPEAKING OF MALE-AUTHORITIES COMPARED TO THE SHAMANISTIC AUTHORITY OF OUR GUARDIANS AND ANCESTORS)

THESE MORESO WEIRDER ONES WE ACTUALLY FIND MANY A TIMES HIDING BEHIND MANY ASPECTS OF OUR WORLD INCLUDING A LUCIFERIAN AGENDA WITH ALL THESE FORMS OF MEDIA - ALSO SPECIFICALLY INFILTRATING OUR 'ACADEMIC SYSTEM' AKA ACADEMIURGE - IT IS BELIEVED THESE FALLEN ANGELS IN THE TIMES AFTER THE FLOOD IN CENTRAL ASIA HAD SPECIFIC INTENT TO THWART THE MEDICINAL AND DIETARY ORIENTATIONS OF THE GUARDIAN HERITAGE OF NORTHWESTERN HUMANITY - THWARTING OUR ORIGINAL VEGETARIAN MATRIARCHAL MAMMALIAN LIFESTYLES AND CHANGING OUR MEDICINAL AND DIETARY ORIENTATIONS ONCE AGAIN IN SPECIFIC REFERENCE TO THE BULL RACES - VICTIMIZATION IN MULTIPLE WAYS IN WHATEVER TIMELINES ON PORTIONS OF NORTHERN HUMANITY HAS TO DO WITH A BEAST-PRESENCE - ALIEN DEITIES(ARCHONS AND ANUNNAKI) INFLUENCING ORIENTATIONS OF ANCIENT PATRIARCHAL FACTIONS - PART OF THE VICTIMIZATION HAS TO DO WITH GIVING THE DIETS MEANT FOR SERPENT RELATIONS TO NORTHERN HUMANITY

FALLEN ANGELS RELATED TO THE SERPENT RELATIONS(SOMETIMES BUT NOT ALWAYS MORESO SIRIAN(BLACK RACE - KNOWN TO BE INVOLVED WITH PACTS AND INTERBREEDING WITH ANUNNAKIS) DONT HAVE MUCH OF A PROBLEM DEALING WITH DIETS(EMPHASIZED METHOD OF CONTROL TOUCHIEST TO ADDRESS HOWEVER CONSIDER IT WARFARE - AS WE ARE NOT IN THE DAYS OF AKKAD ANYMORE) IMPOSED BY ANUNNAKI/ANUNNAGA FORCES) FOR EXAMPLE CAIN(FIRST VICTIM OF THE DEMIURGE - FIRSTBORN OF THE WITCHBLOOD) SEED AND BLOODKIN OF ESAU(WHEREFROM AMALEKITES DESCEND - SERPENT SEEDS MORESO SIRIAN(DARKER)) HAVE VICTIMIZED THAN PORTIONS OF THE WHITE RACE - THIS HAS TO ALSO DO WITH THE RELIGIOUS TAKEOVER OF THE PLANET DEALING WITH THE ARCHONTIC ENTITIES BEHIND THE ABRAHAMIC SYSTEM - ARCHONS/AUTHORITIES - INTRUDER-RACES - MALE AFFILIATIONS - CONFLICTS IN DISTANT TIMELINES WITH FALLEN ANGELIC INTRUDER-RACES HAVE RESULTED IN PORTIONS OF HUMAN DESCENT ACTUALLY NOW HAVING CROSSBREED CONTAMINATION - AS IN DNA OF THEIR OWN ALIEN ENEMIES - TRADITIONS OF HOW TO CURE THIS ALSO HAS TO DO WITH MEDICINAL AND DIETARY ORIENTATION - EVEN MORE IMPORTANT OF A CONCEPT IS THAN HAVING DNA OF FEMALE ALIEN ENEMIES AS IN THE INFLUENCES FROM LILITH(AKA SEMIRAMIS MOTHER OF FALLEN ANGELIC LINES OF HUMANS SIMILAR CONCEPT WITH CAILLEACH OIDHCHE MOTHER OF THE FOMORS - IMPORTANT TO NOTE THE KINSHIP BETWEEN CAILLEACH OF GAELIC HIBERNIA AND LILITH BOTH ASSOCIATED WITH OWLS, SERPENTS AND DEMI-GOD DESCENT)ON PORTIONS OF HUMANITY OUT OF CENTRAL ASIA - DARK FEMALE ALIEN MOTHERS(NEVERMIND INFLUENCING OUR FEMALE HUMAN HERITAGE TO BEGIN WITH) - MISMOTHERSHIP

ANTI-HUMAN FALLEN ANGELIC INTRUDER-RACES HAVING ANCIENT INFLUENCES ON OUR UNDERSTANDINGS OF PATERNITY - ANCESTRAL FORMS OF MISFATHERSHIP FROM GRIGORI AND ANUNNAKI FALLEN ANGELS

VEGAN COMMUNITIES

HOMOSEXUAL COMMUNITIES - LIGHT KEYS - POWERFUL BEAUTIFUL MEN - BENIGNITY - BODILY FREEDOM - INTERESTINGLY UNINFECTED BY THESE FORMS OF MALE PSYCHOSIS WE FIND WHEN DEALING WITH CERTAIN AFFILIATIONS - AS THE HISTORY OF PATRARCHAL FACTIONS IS FULL OF DEFILEMENTS TOWARDS THE HUMAN SPIRIT - SEVERE CASE OF MALE PSYCHOSIS MAY STEM FROM ANCIENT GENETIC INFLUENCES FROM ALIEN ENEMIES RELATED TO CONCEPTS OF FALLEN ANGELIC/INTRUDER-RACE AND ARCHONTIC PSYCHOSIS AS IN INHUMANE PROCLIVITIES POSSIBLY BEING FROM INFLUENCES FROM NON-HUMAN ENTITIES

CONSCIOUS BLACK COMMUNITIES

PSYCHONAUT COMMUNITIES

BLACK MAGICIAN ADEPTHOODS(NOT ALWAYS OF ACTUAL NEPHILIM RELATIONS - ALTHOUGH MULTIPLE DIFFERENT TYPES - SOME KEEP THE ENTITIES THEY ARE WALK-INS FOR OCCUPIED DIRECTLY) FROM OTHER TIMELINES(ENEMIES OF AMERICA(OBVIOUSLY INITIALLY KNOWN FOR BEING WELCOMING TO PEOPLE FROM ACROSS THE WORLD WITH DIFFERENT CULTURES NOTING IT IS BEING TARGETED BY A MOLOCH NETWORK NOT SEE PRESENCE THAT IS IN TURN AT THE SAME TIME ENVIOUS OR EVEN HOSTILE BECAUSE OF THINGS LIKE ANCESTRY,CULTURE AND SPIRITUALITY - SOMETIMES IT IS EVEN WORSE BEING REAL MEMBERS OF THE WHITE RACE(HUGE IMBALANCE MORE THAN ANY OTHER RACE)AS PORTIONS OF WHITE HUMANITY ARE PART OF THE MOLOCH NETWORK(VICTIMS PROGRAMMED TO VICTIMIZE) AS IN THE HE’S WHITE TOO PROGRAM) MIGHT HAVE ANOTHER PROBLEM WERE DEALING WITH COMPARED TO BAGHDAD - DEMON KINGS OF SIDON - HOSTS FOR DRACONIC DEITIES - DEMI-GOD LINEAGES OF VARIOUS SORTS SOME SPECIFICALLY SPECIFIC - RELATED TO THE CONCEPTS OF WITCH-BLOOD (BITCH ASS AMALEKITE NEPHILIMS) WHICH IS MORE OF A COMPLEX SITUATION THAN PREVIOUSLY THOUGHT - ACTUAL WALK-INS FOR THE VERY ENTITIES ENERGETICALLY MANIPULATING PORTIONS OF THE HUMAN RACE ON A MASS SCALED - SEEMS THEY HAVE RELATIONS WITH FALLEN ANGELIC DEITIES NOTABLY FEMALE THAT HAVE CHOSEN KIN WHILE HAVING A OVERALL DEMASCULINIZATION BPA AGENDA GENERALLY SPEAKING THINK JOTUN TO SHMELZELSPAWN- SHMELZELS POPPING UP LIKE MUSHROOMS WHATS THE CONNECTION THERE)

CONCEPTS OF A MOLOCH(FIRST OF ALL FULL OF NOT SEES(CALLED NOT SEES FOR A TREASON) NOT HISPANICS AND LATINOS - CLOSING OFF PORTALS TO LOKAS WHERE THE ELOCHIM ARE FROM LIMITING HUMANITY'S ASCENSION POTENTIAL/GOD-KING TRADITIONS AS IN MELAKIM/CHILDREN AS OFFERINGS IE PHOENICIAN HOLOCAUSTS/OFFER A KID UP TO MOLOCH OFFER A WHOLE TIMELINE UP TO THE MOLOCH NETWORK/ACTUALLY SEEMS TO BE HIDING BEHIND THE ACADEMIC SYSTEM - WHAT IS THERE ACTUAL ROLE IN THE WORLD - BECAUSE IT IS NOT TARGETING OTHER PEOPLES ROLES) EXPLANATIONS OF WHY THEY DID YOUTH HOLOCAUSTS IN PHOENICIA TO MOLOCHS AND FALLEN WATCHERS THAT THAN WANT TO - THE MATH HAS BEEN DONE ALREADY/WELL DESIGNED MODERN DAY GENERATIONAL FAUX-CONFLICTS AND IMBALANCES(REINCARNATED ANCESTORS VERSUS VICTIMS FROM OTHER TIMELINES FROM PHOENICIA)/FASHIONG MALE PERSONNEL/WAREFARE AGENDAS ON THE PLANET/HUMAN SEXUAL MANIPULATION/DIETARY AND MEDICINAL MISLEADING AS IN BEEF AND MILK VERSUS PSILOCYBIN/ANTI ASCENSION MOTIVES/ANTI-CHRISTOS - AS IN THERE BEING CHRIST FIGURES EVERYWHERE IN THE WORLD/TIMELINE JUMPING AND MANIPULATING BEAST-DEITIES/SATANIC RITUAL ABUSE FROM OTHER LIFETIMES HAS A LOT TO DO WITH SEXUALITY AND RAISING OFFSPRING AS WELL AS AUTHENTIC VERSUS INAUTHENTIC PATERNITY AND MATERNITY/MILABS/CO-OPTING ANCESTRAL TRAUMAS OF THE HUMAN RACE/BABYING AGENDA/GOING AGAINST THE GUARDIANS TRADITIONS/COLLECTIVIST AGENDAS ANTI INDIVIDUALISTIC INDIVIDUAL OBSESSED NON-INDIVIDUALS LOOSE/CANT WAIT FOR OTHER MEN TO BE AT-FAULT SYSTEMS/NETWORKS LOOSE WITH A OVERALL IMMATURE ORIENTATION IN TERMS OF OTHER PEOPLES BUSINESS ON VERY BASIC MERCURIAL LEVELS IE TOWARDS OTHER PEOPLES HEALTH, FINANCES DIETARY, AND MEDICINAL FREEDOM AND ABILITIES TO WORK AND SAVE/THINGS THAT AREN’T THERES HIERARCHIES/OTHER BEINGS FAULT PROGRAM AS IN THE NEED FOR ANIMALS AND OTHER MEN/ONCE AGAIN THE TERM RELIABILITY IS VERY IMPORTANT HERE AS ASPECTS OF THE AGENDA IS ANTI-INDIVIDUALISTIC AND WHAT MAKES A INDIVIDUAL AN INDIVIDUAL IS IT IS ACCOUNTABLE FOR ITSELF THIS HAS TO PRIMARILY DO WITH HEALTH AND FINANCES/IF THEY ARE TARGETING PEOPLES ABILITIES TO BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEMSELVES THOSE ARE THE MAIN TWO THINGS THEY END UP TARGETING/HAVE WAYS THEY ARTIFICIALLY TRAUMATIZE NOT SEES IN THE MOLOCH NETWORK SO WHEN THEY SEE THINGS MEN HAVE IN THE WORLD THAT CHILDREN WOULD RELY UPON IN TERMS OF PARENTAL GUARDIANS AND FATHER-FIGURES THEY ARE THAN TRIGGERED(MECHANISMS) TO OPERATE OFF OF FORMS OF PROGRAMMING THIS HAS A LOT TO DO WITH PHOENES(UP GETS ON HIS PHONE BUD - LOVES THE IDEA BUD - WHY? - BECAUSE ANOTHER MAN IS SPECIFICALLY AT WORK AND NOT AT FAULT - BECOMES COMMON)/JUST BEING HONEST/ALSO NOTING A VERY SEVERE IMMATURITY IN TERMS OF MEDICINAL AND DIETARY AND PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL HEALTH FREEDOM/(COMPLEX SYSTEMS OF ACCOUNTABILITY PROJECTIONS ONTO YOUNGER GENERATIONS(DEALING WITH A WHAT EXACTLY IS THEIR FAULT SYSTEM IN PLACE) - ELOHIM GUARDIAN RACES OFFERING UP YOUNGER VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES TO ARCHONTIC AND DRACONIC DEITIES THAT THAN PLANT THEM INTO MATRIX-WORLDS - OFFSPRING AS OFFERINGS - VILE LUCIFERIAN PROGRAMMING AIMED AT OUR YOUNG AS STUDIES CONCERNING AGENDAS FROM THE MEDIA ARE EXTENSIVE - FALLEN ANGELIC BEAST-RELATED DEITY RACES BEING DISCONNECTED FROM SOURCES BECOMES OTHER RACES FAULT - START BINDING BEINGS OF SOURCE INTO ALL DIFFERENT TYPES OF REALMS - GENERAL IDEA OF OLDER DARKER FORCES HAVING PREDATORY ORIENTATIONS/ALSO THE MOLOCH NETWORK HAS A LOT TO DO WITH ACTUAL OTHER MEN AT WORK(DEALING WITH A WHAT EXACTLY IS THEIR FAULT WHILE THEY ARE AT WORK SYSTEM - NEVER MIND WHATS THERE ABILITIES TO WORKS FAULT TO BEGIN WITH) - ANUNNAKI’S HAVE A WEIRD THING THEY DID WITH NOT SEES TO PROCESS THEIR ACCOUNTABILITIES IN THIS WORLD/THERE ACCOUNTABILITIES OR NEED FOR SOURCES GETS PROCESSED WHEN THEY WATCH WORKERS COMPLETE TASKS IS THE GENERAL CONSENSUS - SEEMS THESE MATRIX-WORLD PROGRAMMERS HAVE LONG HISTORY OF BINDING BEINGS INTO MATRIXES LITERALLY JUST SO THEY CAN WATCH THEM WORK FOR EXAMPLE - LITERALLY CALL IT THE OTHER MEN AT WORKS FAULT OTHER MEN EXIST PROGRAM)NETWORK

ALSO ONE THING ABOUT THE MOLOCH(RETARTED BEAST - NOT TOO BRIGHT - HIDES BEHIND A BULL(BAAL)) NETWORK(DEFINED BY NOT BEING ABLE TO LEAVE PEOPLE TO THEIR OWN ‘VICES’) VERSUS THE HADAD NETWORK(NON-INTERVENTIONIST) - DIFFERENCE SEEMS TO BE ORIENTATIONS TOWARDS INDIVIDUALS ABILITIES TO TRANSFORM FROM NEGATIVES TO POSITIVES* ON MULTIPLE LEVELS AS WELL AS BEING ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEMSELVES AND NOT BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE - FINANCIAL AND SPIRITUAL ABILITIES TO TRANSFORM - NEGATIVE POETRY/EMOTIONS TO POSITIVE POETRY/EMOTIONS) IS EMOTIONAL RELIANCE AS EMOTION IS CLOSEST THING FOR NOW TO SOURCE ENERGY - ALSO IN THE CONSTANT SEEKING OF EXTERNAL AUTHORITIES TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEM(IE ASSUMING POSITION OF AUTHORITY AS IN A BUFFALO OVER A LION - TEENAGER DOING HOMEWORK - MEN AT WORK - MEN MISUSING FATHER ARCHETYPE(EXCUSES TO JUSTIFY NEGATIVE BEHAVIOR THEMSELVES BECOMES THAN RAMPANT) - THIS GOES MULTIPLE WAYS BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONES TARGETING SOURCES TO BEGIN WITH - HAVING NO SELF CONTROL BECAUSE OF THINGS THAT ARE NOT THEIRS IS A HALLMARK THIS IS IN REFERENCE TO A LONG LIST OF THINGS IE POETRY, INTOXICATIONS, HAIR HEALTH AND FREEDOM, FINANCES, CAREERS, LIVELIHOOD, LICENSES, PROFESSIONAL RELATIONS, FAMILIAL RELATIONS, EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL HEALTH, POTENTIAL IN ALL RESPECTS IE FINANCIAL OR SPIRITUAL, ABILITY TO ENJOY ONES LIFE, COMMUTES, FOOD SHOPPING, RIDING A BIKE DOWN THE STREET, WALKING DOWN THE STREET, BUSINESS, HOLDING A STEERING WHEEL, HUMAN EMOTIONS IN DIFFERENT SERPENT STANCES THAT IS NOT THEIRS, IDENTITY, CHARACTER, PRIVACY , PERSONAL LIFE, AN INDIVIDUALS CREDIBILITY AND REPUTE, CHOICE OF CLOTHING - THE IDEA BEHIND THEIR PROGRAMMING IS SIMPLE - THINGS THAT ARE NOT THEIRS(OTHER HUMAN BEINGS FAULT - OTHER HUMAN BEINGS THINGS FAULT - OTHER HUMAN BEINGS DOING THINGS FAULT) - THE NETWORKS ARE THAN FULL OF PEOPLE MISLED AND COMPROMISED ON EVERY LEVEL AND THAN SPECIFICALLY ENSCONCED INTO POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY OVER THE YOUNG OF THE HUMAN RACE AS IN TECHNIQUES THE FALLEN ANGELS USE TO TARGET THE SOURCES OF THE YOUNG THIS HAS TO DO WITH A SEVERE INABILITY TO LET PEOPLE BE PROFESSIONAL MATURE AND SOPHISTICATED ABOUT ANYTHING THAT MIGHT ACTUALLY MEAN SOMETHING IN THE WORLD ADDITIONALLY THEY SEEM TO BE ALARMINGLY OBSESSED WITH MONOTONY THAT LACKS ANY TRUE PURPOSE OR MEANING WITH NO ACTUAL PROGRESSION - NOT ONLY DO THEY ATTEMPT TO OFF-TRACK INDIVIDUALS BUT WHOLE COUNTRIES AND TIMELINES - MANY OTHERS HAVE INDEED ADDRESSED THE NOT SEE PRESENCE(OBSESSION WITH ATTEMPTING TO LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH OTHERS TO THE POINT SOMETIMES OF SEVERE ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLES IDENTITY NOT BEING ABLE TO ACCEPT IT IS NOT THEIRS) THAT IS OVERTLY ANTI-YUGOSLAVIAN - ADDITIONALLY THEIR ORIENTATIONS ARE ALIGNED WITH A MISLEADING AGENDA FROM THE FALLEN ONES WHICH HAS TO DO WITH HOW THEY WERE RAISED(DIETS(THE THINGS IN THE FOOD YOU DO NOT-SEE) AND THERE UNDERSTANDINGS OF PATERNITY AND MATERNITY AS IN WHOS ‘FAULT’ IS IT THEY LACK AUTHENTIC PARENTAL QUALITIES - CONSEQUENTLY THEY HAVE THE TENDENCY TO ‘TAKE IT OUT’ ON OTHERS THAT THEY HAVE SEVERE FORMS OF INAUTHENTIC UNDERSTANDINGS OF MOTHERHOOD AND FATHERHOOD

SO WE ADDED TWO NEW THINGS TO WHAT WE TEACH ALL THE THIRD GRADERS IN AMERICA ONTOP OF COLUMBINE AND THE GERMANIC HOLOCAUST SO WE DO NOT REPEAT HISTORY - PHOENICIAN HOLOCAUSTS - BEAST JUMPS AND MANIPULATES TIMELINES WITH NOT SEES - THAN THE SYMBOLIC COVID CONNECTION FOR KITIGISFALTATAM(REALLY LIKES POEMSTEENGEROTE - OBSESSED WITH OTHER PEOPLES NEGATIVE POETRY AND INTOXICATIONS TO JUSTIFY UNLAWFULNESS AND TARGET OTHER MENS CAR REARS WHILE ENDANGERING EDIFICES(LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING IDIOT KIDDOS) - BLACK TIMBS - BLAMED FOR THE BULLSHIT SAME CONCEPT BLAMING BATS IN CHINA) IN AMEN RA CHEST STAR (THINKS ITS A REAL GOOD IDEA - TO GO UP AGAINST HADDA FROM RENO - A MEMBER OF THE HADAD NETWORK - OBSESSED WITH OTHER PEOPLES POSITIVE POETRY AND SOBER BEHAVIOR TO JUSTIFY FOLLOWING LAWS AND WORRYING ABOUT HIS OWN CAR REAR WHILST PROTECTING EDIFICES - WHITE TIMBS) - THE MAIN IDEA HERE IS EVEN HADDA IS ABSOLUTELY RETARDED - WHY DOES NOT HADDA OBSESS OVER HIS ‘OWN’ POSITIVE POETRY AND SOBER BEHAVIOR TO JUSTIFY FOLLOWING LAWS AND WORRYING ABOUT HIS OWN MERCURIAL(CAREER/FINANCES/PROFESSIONAL RELATIONS/POTENTIAL) BUSINESS AND PROTECTING EDIFICES

LESSON LEARNED - COLLEGE IS A SCAM YES - BUT WHY - WHAT IN THE HELL ARE WE HOLDING PEOPLE ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHEN THEY ATTEND EDUCATIONAL FACILITIES IN THIS COUNTRY - BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE LIKE A BISON BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR A LION - THAT LION RELIES UPON THAT BUFFALO FOR SOURCES - THE BUFFALO THAN HAS TO ASSUME A POSITION OF AUTHORITY OVER THE ACCOUNTABILITIES IT IS BEING MISSASSOCIATED WITH FROM THE LION - IN THIS CONTEXT PEOPLE END UP HAVING TO ASSUME POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY OVER ACCOUNTABILITIES(IN OTHER WORDS WHAT DO THESE ACCOUNTABILITIES TRANSLATE TO DIRECTLY INTO ENGLISH IN THERE RAWEST FORM - BECAUSE IT IS A LOT MORE COMPLEX WHAT BECOMES INDIVIDUALS ‘FAULT’ COMPARED TO THE HUNGER OF A LION) - AUTHORITY CONTAINS AUTHOR AS IN WRITING - AS IN WATCHER-DIALECTS - NOTING YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH ‘SUTOOKH’ ((YOU CAN’T SET UP SUTOOKH) PRONOUNCED ‘SOOT TOOK’ AS IN SUT BEING ANCIENT KEMETIC FOR BLACK AS IN SOOT ANOTHER RENDITION FOR SUTEKH(BAAL TO THE HYKSOS) ADDITIONALLY REFERS TO THE ANCIENT ‘SUTEAN’ PEOPLES/EGYPTIAN SET/SETH CONNOTES SATURN AS WELL ADDITIONALLY OOKH HAS A FEW CONNOTATIONS NOTABLY OCULARIS/LOOKS - BLACK OKH - THINK A SURVEILLANCE CAMERA - OR A BLACK SPIDERS EYE) CHANGES WHEN YOU ATTEND A AFTER-HIGH-SCHOOL EDUCATION IN THIS COUNTRY - NOTING AS STATED ELSEWHERE ACCOUNTABILITIES HAVE TO DO WITH FORMS OF ANALYSIS AS IN HUNTING - LASTLY NOTING THE DEER IS ACCOUNTABLE FOR ITSELF AS A INDIVIDUAL BEING AS ARE MANY INDIVIDUALS IN THE WORLD - WE END UP EXPOSING AN AGENDA COMING FROM NETWORKS WHO WANT TO TARGET INDIVIDUALS - WE ALSO HAVE A CONCERN WITH CONCEPTS OF THEM MANIPULATING HUMANITY WITH WATCHER DNA - ‘WHO WAS WATCHING WHEN HE SAID THAT’ - GOES A FEW WAYS - SOMETIMES PEOPLE ARE CONTROLLED BY HANDLERS SIMILARLY

ACCORDING TO INTEL I HAVE RECEIVED AFTER PSYCHOANALYSIS OF KITIGISFALTATAM(OTHER MEN AT WORKS FAULT OTHER MEN EXIST PROGRAM IS MODUS OPERANDI) FROM MULTIPLE DIFFERENT SOURCES FROM VARIOUS INFORMANTS - IT SEEMS THE SUBJECT IS A INFANT THAT WAS EXPERTLY EVEN ARTIFICIALLY TRAUMATIZED BECAUSE OTHER MEN HAVE THINGS CHILDREN WOULD RELY UPON IN TERMS OF PARENTAL GUARDIANS - HIS MAIN CHOSEN TOOL FROM HIS ARSENAL - A PHONE

REFERENCE THE POINT THE 19TH MOON(ACTUALLY IS FROM TEXAS) LEFT IN NEWARK(LOOKIN LIKE NEW WORK) - (FOR THE SHORT PERIOD OF TIME I LIVED IN NJ I MADE ONE GOOD FRIEND NAMED MIKE AND RICK) - POINTER GETTING HEAVY - THIS GUYS GOT A POINT - NO SHIT IT IS STUCK ON THE FUCKIN GROUND - NO ONE WANTS ANYONE ON THERE PHONES ANNOYING PEOPLE ‘BECAUSE’ ANOTHER MANS AT WORK(PROGRAM LETS GET ABSOLUTELY NO WHERE)

SEEMS HADDA(MAINLY STARTED THIS BECAUSE HE SHOWED KITIGISFALTATAM WHEN YOU EAT MUSHROOMS YOUR NUTS GROW) FROM RENO DID A RITUALISTIC STING OPERATION THAT OBLIQUELY LEAD UP TO QUARANTINE STARTING A RITUAL IN 2014 - KITIGISFALTATAM(NOW IF THIS IS THE BIGGEST CONNECTION WE GOT TO THE CURRENT QUARANTINE AND THAT IS WHAT IT HAS TO DO WITH - PEOPLE IN SOCIETY UNFORTUNATELY START DEALING WITH OTHER PEOPLES KITIGISFALTATAMS) PROGRAMMED TO JUSTIFY NEGATIVE BEHAVIOR HIMSELF BECAUSE OF EXAMPLES OF BAD BEHAVIOR OF TEENAGERS(NEGATIVE POEMS - ‘THIS WORKS EVERYTIME’) TARGETING ULTIMATELY WHAT THE TWENTY YEAR OLD HAS THAT A CHILD WOULD RELY UPON IN TERMS OF A FATHER-FIGURE OR PARENTAL GUARDIAN - WHEN THOSE POEMS TRANSFORM TO POSITIVE POEMS IN THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE MUSHROOM RITUAL(DENVER(THEY THINK PEOPLE WALKING AROUND THEIR CITY ARE VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS) DECRIMINALIZES PSILOCYBIN RIGHT AFTERWARDS GLAD SOMEONE WAS LISTENING) KITIGISFALTATAMS STRATEGY WAS OFF-TRACKED AND IT SEEMS THE HOSTILITY GOT EVEN WORSE BECAUSE THE TWENTY YEAR OLD WAS AT WORK(NO ONE WANTS TO DEAL WITH NOTSEES WHILE THERE DRIVING TRUCK GUY) - THAN HADDA(TRY AND OFF-TRACK HADDA YOU OFF-TRACK A PLANET AFTER HADDA OFF-TRACKS HIMSELF) FROM RENO PRE-QUARANTINE DASHED INTO LA TO TALK ABOUT EL LUCIFUGE(AND A SHMEEZLESWEETACOBELL THAN ENSUED) TO GIVE AWAY EVERYTHING THAT MAKES HIM A POTENTIAL PARENT/FATHER/HUSBAND THAN ‘NEXT LEVEL UNLOCKED’

ALSO WHEN IT IS ASKED DOES HE PLAYS BASEBALL - ‘HE’ BETTER FUCKING HAVE A COUNTER

WELCOME TO OUR LUCIFERIAN EXPERIMENT GONE WRONG THAT WE CALL AMURRU CANAAN - WHERE WE TRY TO CHASE JUPITER(SEVERE ENVY OF CREATIVE FREE SPIRITUALIZED VIRTUOUS HUMAN EXISTENCE) OUT OF OUR WORLD WITH SATURN(CULT OF SATURN FROM PHOENICIA WHEN THE BELLS RING SPAWN HORDES OF DEMON-KINGS) - CAPRICORN VERSUS CANCER - FROM TENSIONS BETWEEN BRANCHES OF THE ELOHIM DEITY RACES TAKING COUNTLESS FORMS TO WELL DESIGNED GENERATIONAL IMBALANCES THE OVERSEERS OF TALAS BROODINGLY MASTER THE ART OF AS IN PRE-DESIGNING ALL DIFFERENT TYPES OF FAUX-CONFLICTS - AS IN WHAT IS THE YOUNGER GENERATIONS SOURCES FAULT TO BEGIN WITH AS THE FALLEN ANGELS THAT DESIGNED THOSE SYSTEMS OF ACCOUNTABILITY PROJECTIONS ONTO THE YOUNG (GUILEFULLY HOVERING OVER THEIR POTENTIAL IN MULTIPLE ASPECTS) ARE ENVIOUS THEMSELVES OF THE SPIRITUAL POTENTIAL OF THE HUMAN RACE - KEEPING IN MIND CONNECTIONS TO SOURCE HAS TO DO WITH CREATIVE ABILITIES THAT THE FALLEN ONES BEING DISCONNECTED FROM ALSO ENVY - BEST WAY TO EXPRESS OUR CREATIVITY THAN WOULD BE USING DIGITAL KNOW-HOW(ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY THAT THE PROGRAMMERS OF WORLDS MAY HAVE HAD FOR A WHILE THAN DO SOMETHING INTERESTING USING MISLED ASPECTS OF THE HUMAN RACE TO TARGET THE YOUNG OF THE HUMAN RACES POTENTIAL - CREATES A FEW COMPLEX SITUATIONS) - EXAMPLES AS FOLLOWS - LISTENING TO THE SAME SONG FOR THE LAST 40 YEARS ENVIOUSLY WONDERING WHY YOUNGER INDIVIDUALS IN THE WORLD HAVE THE ABILITY TO CREATE INCREDIBLE MUSIC WITH DIGITAL KNOW-HOW WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO USE A SINGLE INSTRUMENT - WE FIND THIS IN MULTIPLE AREAS - FOR EXAMPLE WONDERING WHY TRUCKERS IN THEIR TWENTIES THAT CANT FIX A BIKE PEG CAN EASILY RACK UP 30-40K THAT MEANS 70 TO 80 BY JUST HOLDING A STEERING WHEEL SOME MEMBERS OF THE OLDER GENERATIONS DO NOT LIKE THIS - EVER WONDER WHY SOME OF THESE TWENTY YEAR OLDS HAVE PLANT BASED DIETS AND KNOW ABOUT ENTHEOGENS WHEN THEY ATTEND THESE EDUCATIONAL FACILITIES(SOMETIMES WITHOUT EVEN REALIZING WHAT EXACTLY(SENSING) IS THEIR FAULT EVEN BEING IN A WORLD LIKE THIS BEING THAT THEY FORBIDDINGLY KNOW HOW TO LIVE A HEALTHY LIFESTYLE(THE TRAUMA - CLEAR EXAMPLES OF MISLED WHITE PEOPLE(SPECIFICALLY DIETARILY AND MEDICINALLY) WITH FORMS OF AUTHORITY IN THEIR HANDS(IRONIC) HAVING A AGENDA TO GET AS MANY PEOPLE HOMELESS AND ADDICTED TO DRUGS (SORT OF CAUSE THEY LIVE IN FEAR)-(PROGRAM CALIFORNIA)AS POSSIBLE) - ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF HOW THE LEFT BEHIND PARADIGMS BEGIN THWARTING THE POTENTIAL OF THE GENERATIONS IS BOOKS NOT GOING READ ONCE COMPARED TO INFORMATION-FILLED WEBSITES - BECAUSE LETS FACE IT THE THING THAT EMPTIED THE HUMAN OUT TO WRITE THAT PHARMOCOLOGY TEXTBOOK DOES NOT EVEN WANT TO WRITE IT TO BEGIN WITH - AS OBVIOUSLY THERE IS AN AGENDA IN THE WORLD FROM ANUNNAKIS TOWARDS THE HEALTH OF THE HUMAN RACE THIS ALSO HAS TO DO WITH GENERATIONAL IMBALANCES AND DIETARY AND MEDICINAL ORIENTATION - UNFORTUNATELY SOME PEOPLE WOULD ACTUALLY NOT BE ON MY SIDE WITH THIS SORT OF ALSO IMPACTED WITH THE ENVIOUS PRESENCE IN THIS WORLD THAT IS STEERED TOWARDS THE POTENTIAL OF THE YOUNG AS IN FOR EXAMPLE PEOPLE USING ADVANCED DIGITAL KNOW-HOW TO CREATE INCREDIBLE FORMS OF ART(STILL MEANS THEY ARE VERY CREATIVE) MEANWHILE THEY CANNOT DRAW AN ACTUAL PICTURE FOR THE LIFE OF THEM - LOOKS LIKE ITS DONE THIS WAY ON PURPOSE AS IN ONE THE OF BIGGEST CONCEPTS OF THE CONTROLLERS STILL IS SYSTEMS OF ACCOUNTABILITY PROJECTIONS ONTO YOUNGER GENERATIONS(SOURCES - BEINGS WITH POWERFUL CONNECTIONS TO SOURCE/SOURCES HAVE CREATIVE ABILITIES AND ABILITIES TO MANIFEST REALITIES) - WHAT THE BEAST ACTUALLY DOES IS HIDES VICTIMS OF MOLOCH WORSHIP BEHIND SOCIETIES IN OTHER TIMELINES(THINK GROCERY STORES - OLDEST TRICK IN THE BOOK) TARGETING MANY A TIMES REINCARNATED ANCESTORS THEMSELVES - THE NOT-SEE PRESENCE SEEMS TO BE UNDER THE GUISE OF DOMINANCE TRAUMATIZED BECAUSE OF A LIST OF OTHER PEOPLES THINGS OR OTHER PEOPLE DOING THINGS OR ABILITIES TO DO THINGS - A FEW EXAMPLES - ABILITIES TO GO BACK TO WORK - EXPRESSING CREATIVITY - RELATIONS WITH OTHERS AND ANIMALS - USE OF ENTHEOGENIC PLANTS - ABILITIES TO WORK AND SAVE AND DO THINGS WITH ONES LIFE AFTERWARDS - HAVING NO AFFILIATIONS - PEOPLE MAKING THEIR OWN VEGAN FOOD - PEOPLE LEAVING OR PLANNING TO LEAVE THEIR HOME-COUNTRY - GETTING ALONG WITH MOTHERS - JUST PEOPLE HAVING PLACES TO SLEEP SEEMS WAY TO TRAUMATIC TO ACCEPT AT TIMES OR PEOPLE MAKING THEIR OWN FOOD AND MOST IMPORTANTLY PEOPLE HAVING THINGS THAT CHILDREN WOULD RELY UPON AND THINGS THE OPPOSITE SEX WOULD ATTRACT(THE TRAUMA) ETC ETC

SO IMMATURITY AND PRIVINESS* CONCERNING DIGITAL KNOW-HOW CAN BE RAMPANT UNDERSTANDING JUST LIKE WITH DIALECTS THEY ARE JUST TOOLS TO EXPRESS OURSELVES WITH - PROBLEM IS THE BEST WAY TO PROCESS THE ACCOUNTABILITIES OF THE FALLEN ANGELS IS MANY A TIMES CREATING FORMS OF MEDIA HOWEVER SOMETIMES THEY ARE NOT TOO BRIGHT - ONCE AGAIN THEY ENVY THE HUMANS WITH THE ASTROLOGICAL ENERGY AND STARSEED DESCENT THAT GIVES THEM CREATIVE POWERS TO BEGIN WITH(SO BOTH THE FALLEN ONES AND MANIPULATED NETWORKS END UP TARGETING INDIVIDUALS IN THE WORLDS ABILITIES TO DO THINGS THEY RELY ON) - NEVER FORGETTING WE ARE IN TALAS WHICH IS BEING MANIPULATED BY A SOPHISTICATED AC A DEMIURGE - SO ALL WE SHOULD REALLY KNOW THAN IS CHEM AND TRIG BUD I SAID IT BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THERE NOT TEACHING US ABOUT AETHERIC LOKAS AND MERKABA LIGHT BODY EXPANSION IN SCIENCE - ALSO NOTING THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SOMEONES ABILITY TO CREATE A PROGRAM TO CREATE DIGITAL ART WITH MEANWHILE THAT PERSON MIGHT NOT HAVE THE CREATIVE VIRTUES SOMEONE ELSE WOULD HAVE TO ACTUALLY USE THE PROGRAM TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES ARTISTICALLY - ULTIMATELY THE IDEA HERE IS WE ARE DEALING WITH A FALLEN ANGELIC PRESENCE IN THIS MULTIVERSE THAT EXCLUSIVELY BROODS OVER TALAS BEING THAT IT IS DISCONNECTED FROM SOURCE - THEY HAVE A PROBLEM CREATING* REALITIES - THEY END UP CAPTURING CREATOR-GODS MANY OF WHOM HAVE ELOHIM DESCENT AND MANIPULATING THERE ABILITIES TO MANIFEST - AS IN THE BEAST BEING ABLE TO MANIPULATE THE WHOLE MATRIX WITH A FEW MANIPULATED STARSEEDS ABILITIES TO MANIFEST TO BEGIN WITH AKA LUCIFERIANS

URAKABARAMIL’S POST-DILUVIAN QUARANTINE WITH URAKABARAMIL(THINK WERE DRAGON IT) - ACCOUNTABILITIES REVERSED - DRACONIC DEITIES OF THE LUCIFUGE - ACCOUNTABILITIES HAVE TO DO WITH CRINGEWORTHINESS I MEAN BLAMEWORTHINESS - COVID(GET THIS YOUR AT FAULT - AS IN YOUR SOURCES ARE AT STEAK) MEANT FOR KITAGISFALTATAM(ALWAYS DOWN TO SMOKE AN L - EVERYTHING’S OTHER MENS FALT - CANT WAIT FOR OTHER MEN TO BE AT FALT - FALT REVERSED IS TLAF ALTHOUGH THERES NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT IT - ENCODED IN FALT IS ALSO A KEY CONCEPT HERE THAT IS ‘FROM A LONG TIME’ AGO - AS IN THE BABY BAT BEING THE THING FROM THE CREEKS DAD FROM A LONG TIME AGO FOR EXAMPLE AS THERE ARE OTHERS - AS IN FALTA SPANISH FOR LACK(ACCOUNTABILITIES IS AN INHERENT LACKING) AS IN ANOTHER RENDITION FOR KITAGISFALTAM IS KITIGISHMELLACK WHICH SORT OF SMELLS LIKE YIDDISH THINK SHMEKEL) MOLACK NETWORK - ENDS UP BEING MORE FAVORED THAN EVERYONE LOST FROM IT - WAS ONCE A JOTUN FROM A LONG TIME AGO BUT AFTER WARS WITH THOSE DRACONIANS AMALEKITES(THINK JAMIS ROSSES SON FROM A LONG TIME AGO TO MOLOCH - ALSO THINK AKHENTATIN HIMSELF)ARE RELATED TOO) 5 YEARS BEFORE IT ACTUALLY CONSUMED THE PLANET IS THE INITIAL PLOY(NO ONE WANTS TO LISTEN TO JAMIS ROSS THOUGH) THAN IT TOOK OVER - PROBLEM WAS THAT IS AN ACCOUNTABILITY ACCORDING TO URAKABARAMIL(SCALED SHAITAN(WHAT DOES THAT SOUND LIKE) - FATHER OF MUGHARRIBUN FALLEN ANGEL BLOODLINES - THE PRIMARY FALLEN ONE OR IYR THAT IS IN CHARGE OF THE CURRENT QUARANTINE) ACCOUNTABILITIES GET ‘MISSASSOCIATED’ - WHATS YOUR SOURCE OF INTEL NEVER MIND SOURCE ENERGY OR SOURCES OF CURRENCIES ETC - GOT THIS ALL FROM A NON-SOURCE - AS IN FALLEN ANGELS THAT LOSS CONNECTION FROM SOURCE - IF YOU WANT TO PLAY THAT GAME - FALLEN ONES THAT WANT TO MANIPULATE TIMELINES HOLD KEY LOOTS FOR FALLEN SNEAKS WITH POWERFUL CONNECTIONS TO SOURCE ACCOUNTABLE(FOR WHAT IS THE QUESTION - A LOT MORE COMPLEX THAN HOLDING A BISON ACCOUNTABLE FOR A LION) THIS THAN ALLOWS THEM TO MANIFEST REALITIES THAT SERVE THEM WHILE THEY BASE RITUALS THAT IMPACT TIMELINES ON HOW THEY ASSUME POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY OVER THOSE AFORESAID ‘ACCOUNTABILITIES’ - HUMAN SOURCE ENERGY WHEN PROGRAMMED(THINK MEDIA) A CERTAIN WAY WEAVES THE FABRIC OF EXISTENCE AND THAN MANIFESTS OUR WORLD

ELS(THE FATHER-DEITIES OF HUMANITY - ALSO NOTING THE KINSHIP EL HAS WITH HADAD AS IN BAAL-HADAD OF THE SEMITES) VERSUS THE MOLOCH NETWORK(SORT OF A PRONOUNCED AGENDA AGAINST AUTHENTIC MANHOOD)

HOLOCAUST MEANS BURNT SACRIFICIAL OFFERING - RESEARCH MOLOCH WORSHIP(THE MUSLIMS OF SATURN) WHERE THEY PUT THEIR CHILDREN INTO THE FIRE - NETWORKS INDEED CDLS ALL ACROSS THE COUNTRY - DEFINITE CONCERN OF BLACK MAGICIANS FROM OTHER TIMELINES ATTEMPTING TO IN A MANIPULATING WAY SCRIPT TIMELINES ON THIS PLANET TO APPEASE A SATURNALIAN PRESENCE

COMBINE THE RELIABILITY A BABY HAS AND THE THE RELIABILITY THE ‘BEAST’ HAS - THE BIRTH OF NOT SEES ON THIS PLANET

COVID 19 FOR THE MOLOCH NETWORK(BECAUSE YOU GOTTA DO SOMETHING FOR THE KIDS(CANNOT HANDLE THEMSELVES BECAUSE OF THINGS THAT ARE NOT THEIRS LIKE SOMEONES KID(YES THATS A DOUBLE MEANING) - THINK MUCUS GLASSES(SHOTS FIRED)) - BEEN HERE SINCE THE TIMES OF PHOENICIA KNOWN FOR TREMENDOUS DISRESPECT TOWARDS THE HUMAN SPIRIT AND CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY - AND A ‘ RELIABILITY’ ON THE HUMAN FAMILY - ALSO CONNECTED TO BUT DIFFERENT THAN THE MILETO-MILITARY(MILETOS IN IONIA IS A IMPORTANT PLACE IN TERMS OF AGENDAS ANCESTORS ARE INVOLVED IN WITH FALLEN ONES - AS JAPHETH SURVIVED THE FLOOD WITH NOAH AND LANDED IN IONIA ACCORDING TO GENESIS) HIERARCHIES THAT HAD GLOBAL DOMINATION AGENDAS STARTING IN THE MIDDLE EAST - CONNECTED TO HOW THE BEAST DEITIES THAT CONTROL THEM MANIPULATE TIMELINES WITH AGENDAS - AS MANY HUMANS AND FAMILIES ARE VICTIMS OF A MOLOCH NETWORK SPANNING MANY LIFETIMES AND TIMELINES(AS IN CONCEPTS OF MANY HUMANS OR EVEN ASPECTS OF POPULACES MIGHT ALL BE ABDUCTEES WHICH MIGHT BE A TIMELINE AND LIFETIME SPANNING PARAPHYSICAL PHENOMENA - ASTRAL BLACK MARKETS - HUMAN RESOURCES) - RELATED TO THE RIDDLE ‘WHO SAW ESAU BY THE SEESAW’ - BECAUSE THE SERPENT SEEDS(HANGOUT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GENERATIONAL FAUX CONFLICTS AS THEY ARE RELATED TO THE FALLEN ANGELS THAT DESIGNED THEM TO BEGIN WITH MISLEADING ASPECTS OF THE WHITE RACE THAN PROJECTING THEM LIKE REPRESSED CONTENT ONTO THE YOUNG OF THAT RACE) IN POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY IN THE OFFICIAL SYSTEM(AND THE OCCULT WORLD - WHERE THE ACCOUNTABILITIES CAN BE EVEN MORE SERIOUS AS OCCULTISTS TEND TO BE DEALING A LITTLE MORE CLOSELY WITH ANUNNAKI) ARE RELATED TO THESE DEITIES THAT ARE MANIPULATING HUMANITY’S METEMPSYCHOSIS AND REINCARNATIONS INTO TIMELINES) - NOT SEES ALSO SEEM TO HAVE CONNECTIONS FROM VARYING TIMELINES TO ALL DIFFERENT TYPES OF ALIEN INTELLIGENCES WE DO NOT DEAL WITH - REFERENCE THE UNDERGROUND SITUATION AND THE MIC(MILITARY-INDUSTRIAL-COMPLEX) - NOT TALKING ABOUT UNDERGROUND GANGSTA RAP TALKING ABOUT A BUNCH OF GREY AND REPTOID UNDERCITIES TO SAY THE LEAST - CONCEPTS OF MIBS START COMING AROUND WHEN YOU GET TOO CLOSE TO DOWNSTAIRS - LIVES BECOME AT STEAK BECAUSE OF THIS IN ALTERNATIVE COMMUNITIES IN THE COUNTRY - BECAUSE THEY ARE MORE SCARED THAN THEY ARE ABOUT WTH IS DOWN THERE TO BEGIN WITH - THE HYPER-DIMENSIONAL SITUATION IS MORE WHAT WE DEAL WITH AND ITS INTRICACIES ALTHOUGH THE STUDY OF WHAT IS CALLED ‘CRYPTOZOOLOGY’ INTERESTS US - NOTING A LOT OF PEOPLE BECOME ENDANGERED WHEN THEY HAVE NON-HUMAN THINGS FILMED - FEW REASONS WHY - JUST KNOW IT IS NOT ENDING UP ON YOUTUBE - WE ALSO HAVE A IMMATURITY WHEN IT COMES TO NON-HUMAN INTELLIGENCES - EXPLANATION FOR THIS IS WE CAN BE IN A QUARANTINED MATRIX-WORLD CONTROLLED BY FALLEN ANGELS THAT ARE FOR ONE LIMITING OUR ACCESS TO THE ‘EVADAMIC’ RACES

NOW WHY DO WE CALL IT BABYLON(ENSLAVEMENT) REMEMBER THE BABY BAT WAS THE THING FROM THE CREEKS(POOSPATUCK CREEK)-(SHMEEZLEBOGOMOTHODRAK) DAD FROM A LONG TIME AGO(SO THIS IMPLIES AMONGST MANY OTHER THINGS DOWN HERE ON EARTH COMPARED TO OUR DIVINE ORIGINS FROM ANCIENT SPIRITWORLD HOMELANDS WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKVILLE NOWHERE UNDER THE WHIM OF FALLEN ANGELIC RACES) ACCORDING TO THE 19TH MOON(KNOWS ALL ABOUT THE WHITE FOLK) - THE BEAST DEITIES HAVE WAYS THEY VICTIMIZE AND MANIPULATE MEMBERS OF GUARDIAN RACES THAT THEY HAVE IN VASSALAGE - THE FALLEN ELS WHEN THEY HAVE DEFEATED ASCENDED GUARDIANS HAVE THE ABILITY TO REPEATEDLY TURN THEM INTO BABIES OVER AND OVER AGAIN AS IN CONCEPTS OF FORCED REINCARNATIONS(IT IS BELIEVED THE ELOHIM RACES HUMANITY IS DESCENDED FROM HAVE TAKEN COUNTLESS FORMS UNFORTUNATELY PART OF THE BABYING AGENDA HAS TO DO WITH THE CONCEPT THAT THE HUMAN FORM IS A BABY VERSION OF THESE GUARDIAN RACES TO BEGIN WITH) - THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY THERE WAS DARK RITUALS OVERSEEN BY ANCIENT LUCIFERIAN ILLUMINATISTS(MANY OF WHOM HAVE GUARDIAN DESCENT HOWEVER LANDED THEMSELVES IN HOSTAGE(HOESSENIA KNOWS ABOUT HOSTAGES NEVER-MIND BEING ‘HOSTED’) SITUATIONS FROM WHATEVER IMPORTANT EVENTS IN OTHER TIMELINES WHERE NOW THEY OWN THE POST-DILUVIAN TIMELINES WITHOUT EVEN WANTING TOO - TO SOME EXTENTS INVOLVED OF COURSE IN AGREEMENTS WITH FALLEN ANGELS - SOMETIMES BEAST DEITIES WITH SATURNALIENS OVERTAKE JUPITERIAN STARSEEDS OF THE ELOHIM AND USE THEIR POWERFUL CONNECTION TO SOURCE TO MANIFEST REALITIES IE HOW MATRIXES ARE PROGRAMMED TO BEGIN WITH - BEAST DEITIES WITH ETHERIC SUPERCOMPUTERS - THAN THE STARSEEDS MANY A TIMES GET INTO ARGUMENTS WITH THEM ABOUT ACTUALLY ENDING UP IN THE MATRIX ITSELF - SOMETIMES THERE ARE DEAD GIVE AWAYS WHICH STARSEEDS THE FALLEN ANGELS OWN THE TIMELINES WITH - LAST HUMANS TO BE ENVIOUS OF) THAT INVOLVED HUMAN YOUTH IN THE ANCIENT MIDDLE EAST TOO APPEASE THE FALLEN ANGELS AS IN THERE BEING TO MUCH OF A IMBALANCE - WHEN DIVINITIES LOSE CONNECTION TO SOURCE AS IN A ‘FALLENNESS’ THAT IS GOING TO BE OTHER BEINGS ‘FAULT’ - THE WORDS ROOTS OF FAULT AS IN FELL AS IN FELINE(IT IS BELIEVED THE FELINE RACES(REFERENCE FELINE ALIENS FROM LYRAE) ARE ONE OF THE RACES THE ARCHONS(HEADED BY YALDABOATH LION-HEADED SERPENT) HAVE MODIFIED HENCE THERE PREDATORY ORIENTATIONS AND A RELIONCE ON OTHER BEINGS - ALSO NOTING THE KINSHIP BETWEEN THE PREDATORY RELIABILITY OF BEINGS WE FIND IN NATURE COMPARED TO THE FALLEN ANGELIC MATRIX-WORLD-PROGRAMMERS(OF ‘FALSE’ LUCIFERIAN LIGHT) RELIABILITY ON WHOLE WORLDS ASTRALLY SPEAKING AS THEY RESIDE IN LOKAS OVERSEEING THESE TANGIBLE DIMENSIONAL WORLDS) - NEVER FORGETTING IN ANCIENT GREEK THE TERM FOR GUARDIANS IS ‘FYLAKAS’

NOTING THAT THESE BLACK MAGICIAN TYPES AND DEMON KINGS DID A FEW FUNNIES IN PLACES LIKE PHOENICIA TO HUMANS/INFANTS TO CREATE FAUX-CONFLICTS IN THE WORLD - THERE STILL SEEMS TO BE A SITUATION BETWEEN MOX-BUNCHERS(COUNTS WILL GET ATE) AND CAR-REAR HUMPERS - ALSO SOMETHING ABOUT MOX-BUNCHERS THAT ALLOWS LILITH TO EAT COUNTS FOR SOME REASON WHILE LIMITING THE MOX-BUNCHERS ABILITY TO MOX BUNCH TO BEGIN WITH SEEMS TO BE A THING - TAKE THE KIDS WHERE BUD

CONCEPTS OF COUP D'ETAT'S(GOES BOTH WAYS FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE) AND POWER SHIFTS(STRUGGLES) THROUGHOUT THE TIMELINE - BUILDUPS? OF CERTAIN NETWORKS WITH BOTH PATHETIC AND DANGEROUS ORIENTATIONS ADDRESSED - MONITORING THE MATRIX-WORLD AS IN SURVEILLANCE - OBVIOUS CONCERN OF MISUSE - TECH COMPANIES SELLING PRIVACY TO SHADOW-NETWORKS - WHO KNOWS - WHAT IF

WHEN THE SNAKE-TAMERS PLAY THE RECORDER - THEIR ALL GETTING TOLD

GUARDIANS VERSUS FALLEN ANGELIC COLLECTIVES WITH WORLD PROGRAMMING ARTIFICES IN THIER HANDS - HOW THEY GO ABOUT WAYS OF DOING THINGS

COULD BE A BUNCH OF FUCKIN BEHIND THE SURVEILLANCE GRIDS AND THIS IS THERE HUMAN EXPERIMENT - SINCE COVID FOR EXAMPLE THERE HAS BEEN A LOT OF POWER-SHIFTS IN THE 'NETWORKS' IN THIS COUNTRY - PART OF THE REASON I BELIEVE WHY WE ARE IN A QUARANTINED STATE IS THERE IS SORT OF A JOKE ON THE HUMAN RACE DEALING WITH FALLEN ANGELS THAT ARE PLACING 'CERTAIN TYPES OF PEOPLE' INTO POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY TO REPRESENT THE OFFICIAL SYSTEM(SUBLIMINALLY OR OTHERWISE) ALONGSIDE OUR UNDERSTANDINGS OF MALE-AUTHORITIES(WHAT IF IT IS FALLEN ANGELS RELATED TO THE CONCEPTS OF INTRUDER-RACES THEMSELVES MESSING AROUND WITH OUR CONCEPTS OF MALE AUTHORITIES TO BEGIN WITH) LONG LIST OF THINGS THEY REPRESENT IN THE WORLD INCLUDING A JOKE ON THE HUMAN RACE - FOR EXAMPLE IN TERMS OF SITUATIONS OF WHOS MORE FAVORED)

IDEA OF BINDING SPIRITUAL RACES INTO WORLDS IN TALAS - IS THE CONTROLLERS AND PROGRAMMERS OF THOSE WORLDS MIGHT HAVE ULTERIOR INTENT TOWARDS THE BEINGS BOUND INTO THE WORLDS WITHOUT THEM KNOWING IT

ASSUMING POSITIONS OF AUTHORITY OVER ACCOUNTABILITIES IN SOCIETIES AS IN ADDRESSING THE NEGATIVES - KNOWLEDGE OF THE MUSHROOM RITUAL REVEALED TO US HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS IN SOCIETY - HOW IN ORDER TO TRANSFORM THOSE NEGATIVE POEMS TO POSITIVES WE HAD TO SHOW AS MANY PROCESS AND FACE THE DARKER POEMS

ASTRAL WORLDS - ENTHEOGENS - DMT IS A GOOD EXAMPLE A TOOL TO EXPLORE THE ASTRAL MULTIVERSE AND MULTIDIMENSIONAL SPIRITUAL WILDERNESS IN WHICH WE ARE EMBEDDED ALTHOUGH UNBEKNOWNST TO OURSELVES - HOW TO OPEN OUR THIRD EYE AND DE-CALCIFY AND UNFLOURIDATE OUR PINEAL - ASTRAL DREAMTIME - ANGELIC AND DEMONIC LANDSCAPES OF THE AETHERIC REALMS - SCHOOL REALMS IN LOKAS - MULTIDIMENSIONAL PERCEPTION ON AN ASTRAL LEVEL - AGENDAS TO CLOSE OF HUMANITY'S SPIRITUAL SIGHT FOR WHATEVER PURPOSES ALONGSIDE A QUARANTINING AGENDA FROM FALLEN ONES - ENERGETIC FORCEFIELDS OF HUMANITY, ANIMALS AND NATURE BEING HACKED INTO AS IN CONCEPTS OF GLOBAL CATACLYSMS FOR EXAMPLE THAT WEAKENED THE MORPHOGENETICS OF GAIA AND LEFT THE PLANET OPEN TO THE FURTHER MANIPULATION(MAY HAVE BEEN CONTRIVANCES) FROM ENTITIES THAT ARE EXTRA TO TERRA IN THE ASTRAL

SPEAKING OF ASTRAL WORLDS AS IN OUR ACCESS TO LOKAS ONCE AGAIN BEING LOCKED(MO LOCHS ON THE STAR GATE NETWORKS SO WE CANNOT LEVIATHAN) NEVERMIND WHEN DEALING WITH LOKI/LOPT/LOPTOUS(RESEARCH THE SORROW OF MILETOS) WHERE THINGS GET TRICKY - AS WE ARE DEALING WITH TENSIONS CONCERNING THE SIRIAN AND ALCYONIAN AETHERIC PORTAL NETWORKS THAT HAVE BEEN BEING WARRED OVER BETWEEN GUARDIAN AND BEAST FORCES FOR MILETO-MILITARY MILLENNIA THAT HUMANITY’S ABILITY TO ASCEND IS RELIANT UPON - SIRIANS ARE SUPPOSEDLY THE BLACK RACE AS IN THE DOG STAR(SIRIUS B - THE SUN OUR SUN ENCIRCLES(IN TERMS OF THE AGENDAS OF ARCHONS AND ANUNNAKI IT LOOKS AS THOUGH THEY ARE GATHERING ANGELIC RACES(NORTHERN HUMANITY SPECIFICALLY AS IN THEM HAVING MANY A TIMES NON-SIRIAN STARSEED DESCENT) FROM ELS SWEAR AND BINDING THEM ON THIS PLANET BY MALIGNANTLY GUARDING THE AETHERIC STAR-GATE NETWORKS OF SIRIUS B - AND PUTTING THE HUMAN RACES UNDER A FORM OF SIRIAN BLACK LEVI WHICH YOU GUESSED IT HAS TO DO WITH THE ACCOUNTABILITIES OF THE SERPENT/DRACONIC RACES) - IN TURN ENCIRCLES ALCYONE IN THE PLEIADES) AS IN MYTHOS OF THE DOGON PEOPLES OF MALI AND THERE DEITIES KNOWN AS THE NOMMO(AKIN TO DAGON WHO FATHERS HADAD(SPIRIT OF HECATE(RULER OF THE AETHERIC WORLDS/WORLD SOUL/GUARDS ENTRANCE TO ANCIENT CITY MILETOS(PROGRAM EVERYONE WANTS TO DICK RIDE MILETO) IN IONIA (“those in ionia were guardians of stargates in atlantis angelic human history”) ALSO WORSHIPPED IN CARIA REFERENCE CARIAN BIRD HEADED ALIEN RACE) IN CHALDEAN COSMOGONICAL LORE) IN UGARIT) - THE SIRIANS ARE NOT ONLY MANY A TIMES INVOLED IN AGREEMENTS AND INTERRELATIONS WITH ANUNNAKI/ANUNNAGA(HOOD NAGAS) FORCES BUT THEY ALSO KNOW ABOUT THE SIRIUS BEAST

WAYS TO COMMUNICATE WITH COSMIC INTELLIGENCES - PREYING MANTIS - ME - JUPITER

RED EYED VERSUS BLUE EYED ORIENTATIONS

LEVIATHIN FOOD - BEAST SYSTEM APPEASMENTS ADDRESSED - HUMANS IN SOCIETIES THAT ARE NOT ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEMSELVES - IT BEINGS OTHER HUMAN BEINGS FAULT SOME PEOPLE EXIST - FORMS OF AUTHORITY - PROBLEM IS WHEN THIS IS BY DESIGN - EITHER WAY - BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE - SUMMONED FOURTH TO THE BLACK DRAGON COURT

ALIEN FORMS OF WARFARE(ALIEN PSYCHOSIS THAN COMPARED TO MALE PSYCHOSIS OR EGOTISM FOR THAT MATTER - PRESENCES INFLUENCING THIS WORLD LAYPERSONS ARE UNFAMILIAR WITH) - AGE-OLD HEXES FROM FALLEN ANGELS - EUGENICS AGENDAS - CERTAIN GENETICS AND STARSEED DESCENT OF HUMANS HOLDS KEYS TO HUMANITY'S ASCENSION POTENTIAL WHICH IS BEING WARRED OVER BY GUARDIANS AND FALLEN ANGELIC COLLECTIVES - FALLEN ANGELS EXTRA TO GAIA AND TERRA/ANIMA MUNDI - AS THEY ARE NOT CONNECTED ENERGETICALLY TO THE EARTH(EASIER FOR THESE ALIEN ENTITIES TO THAN TARGET CERTAIN RACES ALSO SIMILARLY NOT CONNECTED TO THE PLANET)

AT FAULT SYSTEMS TO TARGET SOURCES OF OTHER BEINGS IN A SNAKE-LIKE(IN POSITION OF AUTHORITY - WITH THE ACCOUNTABILITY THAT’S ANOTHER BEINGS FAULT - THE ONE THAT IS RELIANT TO BEGIN WITH HENCE A FORM OF INFERIORITY - HAS TO MASTER THE ART OF MAKING IT’S TARGET RELIANT UPON IT) MANNER CAN BECOME QUITE SOPHISTICATED HOWEVER HARD TO CONCEAL THE IMMATURITY OF A LUCIFERIAN AGENDA GOING ALONGSIDE THEM(THINK MAN-MADE VIRUSES) - IE PROGRAMMING TEENAGERS WITH MALIGNANT CONTENT TO BE COMPATIBLE WITH ‘OPERATING OFF OF FORMS OF LUCIFERIAN PROGRAMMING’ ON PURPOSE SO THEY CANNOT BE ‘ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEMSELVES AS INDIVIDUALS’ - AS COLLECTIVIST ORIENTATION IS VERY INTERVENTIONIST IN TERMS OF THE POTENTIAL OF INDIVIDUALS, WHOLE CITIES AND COUNTRIES FOR EXAMPLE SEEMS TO BE PART OF THEIR AGENDA - ONE OF THE PRIMARY PURPOSES FOR LUCIFERIANISM IS IT MAKES IT EASIER TO MISSASSOCIATE ACCOUNTABILITIES OF COLLECTIVISM ONTO INDIVIDUALS IN THE POPULACES WITH EGREGORES - HARD ALSO TO CONCEAL THE INABILITY OF THESE ENTITIES IN THESE NETWORKS TO WAIT FOR PEOPLE TO BE AT FAULT(KEEPING IN MIND NOT BEING ABLE TO WAIT FOR OTHERS TO BE AT FAULT (SEE THOSE SOURCES) IS A SERIOUS FAULT) - UNFORTUNATELY ACCOUNTABILITIES ARE GOING TOWARDS HEALTH(EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL HEALTH CLOSE TO HUMAN SOURCE ENERGY) AND FINANCES - ON THE CONTRARY THAN THE BEST WAY TO BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR OURSELVES HAS TO DO PRIMARILY WITH HEALTH AND WEALTH) - KIND OF LIKE NOT BEING ABLE TO WAIT FOR PEOPLE TO BREAK LAWS) - INAUTHENTICITY - ACCOUNTABILITIES UNFORTUNATELY AS STATED PRIOR HAS TO DEAL SPECIFICALLY WITH HEALTH AND WEALTH - GOES MULTIPLE WAYS - ONE THING THESE DEVIL-DEITIES DO QUITE WELL IS DEMONIZE AND LUXURIZE THOSE TWO THINGS IMMATURELY - ALSO KNOWING ALREADY PACTS WITH THESE DEITIES MANY A TIMES HAVE TO DO WITH FAME STATUS AND LUXURIES - SOMETIMES HOWEVER YOU HAVE TO APPEASE LUCIFUGE - WITHOUT GETTING ANYTHING OUT OF IT - DOES NOT ALWAYS WORKOUT TOO WELL BECAUSE THE REAL MEMBERS OF THE HUMAN RACE START CATCHING ON HOW THIS WORKS IF THEY ARE APPEASING THESE DEITIES WITH A ANTI-HUMAN AGENDA

LOOSH FARMS ACROSS TALAS OVERSEEN BY LUCIFUGOUS AND ARCHONTIC DEITIES(ADVANCED ALIEN CIVILIZATION PROGRAMMERS - DESIGNERS OF MAKESHIFT DIMENSIONAL REALMS WITH HIERARCHIES OF PREDATORILY INFECTED DEITY RACES - ALSO BEHIND THE CONCEPTS OF FOMENTING GALACTIC WARS IN DISTANT TIMELINES BETWEEN BRANCHES OF THE ELOHIM DEITY RACES(ACCORDING TO CHANNELED INTEL I HAVE RECEIVED THE HUMAN FORM IS A BABY VERSION OF WHAT WE ONCE WERE AS WE HAVE ALIEN ANIMAL HEADED VERSIONS OF OURSELVES FROM BYGONE TIMELINES OF THE MULTIVERSE THAT WE CAN COMMUNICATE WITH THROUGH THE T’EL’ESTIC FORUMS) WHO ARE KNOWN TO BE TAKING COUNTLESS FORMS EVEN POSSIBLY EXISTING THEMSELVES IN MATRIX-WORLDS FOR SOME TIME WITH SIMILAR DESIGNS AS THIS ONE - MIGHT NOT BE A NEW CONCEPT) INTANGIBLY ARE ALL TOO PREVALENT THE COSMIC BOARD OVER(THE NEED FOR SOURCES OF ARCHONS RESULTS IN THEM BINDING BEINGS IN REALMS/MATRIXES(NOT ALL PHYSICAL) IN ALL TYPES OF WAYS) AND CAN BE DESIGNED IN NUMEROUS WAYS IE LUCIFERIAN WESADRAK? MATRIXES(SOME MATRIX-WORLDS CAN BE LITTLE TO LESS THAN NOT ONLY RECYCLABLE COMPUTERIZED SIMULATIONS BUT ‘LEFT-OVERS’ AS THERE ARE BEAST DEITIES THAT CONTROL THEM WITH ETHERIC LUCIFERIAN SUPERCOMPUTERS AS PHYSICAL REALMS CAN BE SEEN AS EXPERIMENTAL ZONES(HELLS PLAYGROUND) BY MALIGNED GOD-MINDS - DEMIURGE(VERY OLD SOME GNOSTICS BELIEVE IT IS RELATED TO THE ORIGINAL ACCIDENT WHERE WORLDS BECAME PHYSICALIZED)SORT OF COMPOSED OF ALL DIFFERENT TYPES OF ENTITY-GROUPS THAT LIKE TO TINKER TF AROUND WITH SHIT ON A ASTRAL LEVEL IN REFERENCE TO THE THIRD DIMENSIONAL PLANE) - BINDING BEINGS IN ALL DIFFERENT TYPES OF ‘MATRIXES’ NOT ALL PHYSICAL(ENTITIES THAT HAVE HUMANITY CONTROLLED ON A HIGHER LEVEL ARE CONTROLLED THEMSELVES IN A FORM OF A ‘MATRIX’ OF SORTS) - TO SUSTAIN THERE OWN EXISTENCE AND PROCESS THERE ANUNNACCOUNTABILITIES/RELIABILITY ON SOURCES - EMPHASIS ON RECYCLING - ENDS - COMPLETIONS OF TASKS - NEVER-MIND WHEN THINGS GET RITUALISTIC - MATRIX-WORLD-PROGRAMMERS - ANUNNAKI’S DEALING WITH A DEMIURGE

TI’S AS MALE AUTHORITIES - NEED THEM FOR SOMETHING RIGHT

IMPORTANCE OF FALLEN ANGELIC HERITAGE - IS TRADITIONS OF HOW TO CURE IT - THOSE WHO IDENTIFY WITH THE ENVY/VENGEANCE/INHUMANITY OF THE ALIEN CONSCIOUSNESS SACRIFICE A GREAT DEAL

SPEAKING OF VIRUSES(WHAT ABOUT A HUMAN ONE) MAYBE WE ARE DEALING WITH INFECTIONS ON SOUL-MATRIXES ENERGETICALLY

Millions OF 100-5000 FOOT GARGOYLES(GUARDIAN ELS?) IN THE ASTRAL WORLDS DIRECTLY NOT FACING YOU LIKE A FULL MOONS SHADOW - NEITHER YOU OR THEM CAN SEE EACHOTHER - WHAT EVER DIRECTION

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Cold drizzle enveloped the Squat Frog Coffee House. The day was heavy with a dark, almost blue layer of thick fog. Mist wrapped itself around ancient trees and obscured the view of the neighboring cliffs. The coffee house lanterns barely brought any light to a passing eye. In this remote spot, time seemed to slow down.

Inside, a couple of dimly lit lanterns cast delicate shadows everywhere. The air was cool and moist, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and coffee. Lute pulled a tray of freshly roasted cliff lion roots from the tiny kitchen oven. He wrinkled his nose at the color. "Hmm...a touch too light." There was a voice that rang out, clear as a bell. "Lute, my boy! Are you in? Something smells delightful." (forum thread: https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3238950)

Cloud Brush's courier, Shira, stood at the doorway, peering around for other patrons. The middle-aged skydancer quickly took off his rain poncho at the threshold and shook it free of cold droplets. He was dressed in sealskin and linen, and had a well-aged leather satchel around his waist. "Always, uncle!" the coffee house owner called out, already setting a kettle of water out to boil. He stepped out of the kitchen and grinned. "Done with your deliveries for the day? Come sit and rest your wings." "Hardly done at all. Can't see my own beak in this heavy fog! My bones aren't as resistant to the dreary days as they used to be. You still got some coffee? I've got a good bit of treasure for your best stuff. I could use the energy." "Clan is family, and I don't charge family," Lute said firmly. "You taught me that and I will never let you forget. Make yourself warm and let me handle things. You take honey with your coffee, right?" "You're a potash peach, Lu," the skydancer laughed. He took a seat at the counter and set his bags down. "Thank you, and just a spot of honey is enough." The spiral looked at his customer carefully. Shira seemed more careworn--the lines on his face were more pronounced. Instead of taking up space and splaying his elbows on the counter, the courier kept his hands folded under his crossed arms. Even the gleam of his sharp eyes were somewhat pensive that day. "Would you like a special pick-me-up? I think I've got just the thing, if you'd like to try it." Shira didn't answer right away--Lute watched him stiffen in his seat a touch. "You don't have to, if you don't want to," the spiral appended. "But I think it will help with today." There was a long pause before the skydancer visibly softened. He released a long, tired sigh and leaned back in his seat, eyes glassy. "Oh, damned by the doldrums," he smiled apologetically. "I must be more under the weather than I thought, for it to be so apparent. I'll give it a go, my boy. Might as well get it over with, ey?" Lute nodded and turned back to the kitchen, returning with the kettle of water and a mug. The mug was one of many novelty choices--it had a knitted yarn print and the words "holding it together!" comically painted on the side. He set it down solemnly in front of the courier and placed a filter of cliff lion grounds over it. The spiral's gestures seemed almost choreographed as he poured hot water over the fragrant grounds, creating intricate patterns of swirling steam. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee intermingled with the mist, mixing the scents of droplets and roasted cliff lion root in nostalgia. Both dragons took a deep breath of the aroma as the coffee steeped.

After a few minutes of silence, Lute asked his first question. "You hid something. What are you hiding?"

"My grief," Shira replied, almost blandly. "Been thinking about my other kids today. Small grace from the Windsinger that they didn't suffer. Can't help but think of them on days like this." The skydancer could almost see them in the mists hovering over the cup, against the light of the lanterns. Jira, his eldest and bravest, proud of his scrapes. Ailean, his bashful little boy, with a sweet face that could melt the strictest heart. He felt his throat constrict and his chest drop, but talking was a reflex still. "I have my mate and my son, and the clan, and clan is family. I have nothing to fear when grief comes, by all means. It ought to be easier. But I flee all the same. I fly faster and turn sharper, and memorize all sorts of things like routes and escapes, but it doesn't ease any of this...pain and guilt. It's silly, my boy." For a split second Shira's face crumpled and he sniffed as if to cry. Lute turned away graciously to select a sweetener from the shelf. When he turned back to the counter the skydancer had regained his composure, though his eyes were a touch less glassy and still transfixed on the mist. "It's not silly, uncle," the spiral frowned. "I don't think most could do much better. I mean, look at the clan patriarch." "That's not comparable," Shira answered sharply. His face was suddenly stormy. "Lofty's been through trials that could only be shade-sent. Not just children lost but body and mind torn apart! I won't have you minimize his suffering for my comfort!" "I'm sorry" the spiral amended, apologetic. "I don't intend to at all. But you both carry a similar grief. Just because you're flying and walking and talking doesn't mean you're unscathed, uncle." He took the filter of grounds off and spooned a bit of honey in the mug. It glittered and dissolved in the heat with a couple of brief methodical stirs, disturbing the steam. It was a tense few minutes before Shira huffed and took the mug. "I understand your meaning, Lu, and I'm sorry too. I know you don't mean harm. It is a difficult thing for everyone, but the past is past. I should be doing better." The skydancer brought the mug to his lips and took a drink.

Lute cast a watchful eye out the window before asking his next question.

"The past is past. What remains undone?"

"...I don't know. What is their left to do? I've buried my dead and remember them well. I try to make peace with things. Not much else you can do, really. And I'd rather not resort to things like necromancy. We've seen what that can be like." "You have," Lute winced. "How Allie and Nick manage are nowhere near as amiable as things I've seen before. It's a good thing they get along so well--it's definitely one of the healthier kinds of undead bond. If such a thing even truly exists." "There are stranger things in the world, you know," the skydancer nodded. "Nicky's got a breed change scroll on his person at all times in case of any ill circumstance of the emperor variety. That's one way of coping, isn't it? I find it quite an idea." "Auntie Jil wouldn't appreciate that sort of thing easily without her approval." "Indeed she wouldn't! She's a strong dragoness, my Jil. She holds half my burdens and the whole clan in her hand. Decisive in ways I am not, and brave. I would be lost without her. She has heart enough when mine is heavy, and I gladly try the same to be for her." Shira savored his drink, thoughtful. He felt the soft mist that always lingered in the coffee house touch his cheek, like an almost scolding caress. With the deep melancholy in his chest, he wondered if his mate felt the same way today. In that instant, he had an irresistible urge to fly off and be with her. He sniffed again, eyes watery, and he finished his mug in a few gulps. "Home with Jil sounds just what I need right now. I believe that's what I'll do today, my boy. I'll have to postpone the deliveries a day." "Zareen wouldn't mind and you know it. Lucky--the fog has cleared up just for you." In the past half hour, the deep dark fog had indeed receded--leaving only the familiar mist that always surrounded Squat Frog Coffee House. The foreboding weather had become quickly pleasant in record time. The skies were a clear and vivid blue, dotted by softly colored clouds--the air currents even flowed toward home. The skydancer's surprised laugh was a sparkle of sound and relief. "Indeed it has! Thank you for the coffee and the company, Lu. You've got a true gift." The courier was reinvigorated, almost humming in anticipation of the flight home. He jumped to his feet and moved around the counter to give the somewhat nonplussed spiral a warm hug. "When you've got time, you should come over and have dinner," he murmured. "Don't forget you have home now, Lu. Clan is family, and Jil misses you. Shij would never admit it but he does too." Lute laughed and returned the squeeze. "I'll try my best when I can, uncle. Give my best to auntie and Shij." With a quick salute and a flash of feathers, the skydancer dashed outside to spread his wings. It took but a moment for him to take off--a hallmark of Shira's strength and endurance in flight. The coffee house owner waved goodbye from the doorway, used mug in hand. The fog was sure to creep in again after an hour at most, but an hour was all Shira would need. Thank goodness for the cliff lions, even if they were roasted a touch too light. The spiral blinked at Squat Frog, who didn't return the gesture.

"Not too bad, all things considered, froggy. Let's hope we'll be helpful still the next time."

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Living Words: An Introduction to Five Contemporary Mapuche Texts

Liliana Ancalao and Elisa Taber discuss the genocide of the Mapuche people, and how Mapuche writing both stitches together that open wound and recognizes the historical and cultural continuity of this people.

By Elisa Taber & Liliana Ancalao; translated from Spanish by Elisa Taber

I, Elisa Taber, interviewed Liliana Ancalao via email between May and July 2022. This interview is the culmination of multiple informal conversations on Zoom during the span of a year, while we coedited this Mapuche lyric essay issue for Words Without Borders.

I hope you, the readers, will undo the violence writing and translation inflict on speech in another language by falling into silent reverie before the weight and beauty of Liliana’s words. The thread that runs through Liliana’s, Elicura Chihuailaf’s, Adriana Paredes Pinda’s, Daniela Catrileo’s, and Jaime Huenún’s words stitches together the open wound that is the genocide of the Mapuche people, which, as Liliana puts it, “neither the official history nor those enriched by the spoils have taken responsibility for.”

We met in person for the first time at Jorge Newbery Airfield on August 27, 2022. Our hair color gave us away; hers is silver and mine is copper. Liliana was traveling from Resistencia, where she attended the 27th International Forum for Fostering Literature and Reading, to Comodoro Rivadavia, where she lives. It was a beautiful “in person” encounter during which words came and went—living words.

Elisa Taber (ET): Do the writings we gathered overflow the lyric essay genre and, more broadly, the discipline of literature? Is this overflow born out of a form of writing that grew alongside the orality of the ancients?

Liliana Ancalao (LA): Some of the texts we selected approach what we could define as an essay according to Western categories, others are poems or lyric prose, and some are more lyrical than others.

We, the selected authors, are poets, insubordinates, part of a people that problematizes cultural impositions, including literary genres. I prefer to define these texts as writings by people “of great foresight,” borrowing Jaime Huenún’s expression in “Reductions.” That definition can contain every piece in this issue.

We think our writings into being today. Our reflections revolve around poetry, which is an asking after oneself, who one is within a people, its language, its existence today. Who one is within a territory and the diversity of its lives.

What we write is sustained in our küpalme, our familial origin, our relatives who we name insistently. We include our writing professors in this küpalme.

What we write is sustained in our tuwün, our territorial origin, our equals in existence who we name insistently: the rivers, the trees, the birds, the stones.

#linguistic colonization #indigenous authors #authentic voices #colonialism #indigenous literature #librarians #literacy #chile #argentina #patagonia #latin american canon #linguistics #cultural identity

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Welcome to the Clan of Frith!

The Clan of Frith is named after Frith-Tree: a massive, ancient plant that resides at the heart of the territory. Its expanse of branches and roots serve as homes for most of the clan's resident dragons, although many find hollows in the surrounding forest as well. Most inhabitants are lovers of life, peace, and cooperation, and use their diverse skills to make crafts and cultivate plants.

Although most clan residents revere Nature and agree that the forest has a life of its own, Frith-Tree seems unique in that it almost seems to have a consciousness. The clan leader Pileju has a unique magical bond with Frith-Tree that allows her to sense its needs. After remaining unseen in the depths of the forest for centuries, the tree was discovered by Pileju and her mate Platinum. A seldom-discussed question around the clan is the extent of the tree's magical capabilities; there are even rumors that it can revive the dead.

My clan

Elderbrook: Old Dragon Rescue + Rehome

Art Shop!

Lorwolf Den

Keep reading to meet some clan members!

The clan leader Pileju and her mates Platinum and Judas. They are also partnered with a newer dragon, Amora. The members of the polycule have different traits to contribute to the clan as its leaders.

Lilac guards the family of leaders, while Charusheela and Kek stand watch over the clan during the daytime and nighttime respectively.

Rhain and Alumina are mates and are among the first dragons to join the clan years ago. They're friends with Braith, the clan medic.

Vormun and Izumi, who are on a quest to have as many offspring as they can! Kept updated in a forum here.

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gregorykratz · 1 year

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An Overview of Woodworking and its Benefits

Woodworking is the craft of making decorative products from wood, including cabinets, stools, and tables. Wood has been a popular material for making tools and utensils since medieval times. Idols, chairs, and vessels in early civilizations were made from wood, and technological advancements kept redefining the dynamic uses of this material.

The earliest forms of woodworking are traceable to ancient Chinese and Egyptian civilizations. Numerous old Egyptian drawings showcase wooden products. Various pieces of furniture, including beds, tables, and chests, have also been preserved in tombs. Moreover, these tombs preserve Egyptian coffins and boat hulls from 3000 BC as further evidence to support the popularity of wood in ancient times.

Besides the financial benefits of selling finished products, woodworking is a viable hobby with psychological and social benefits. This activity helps improve concentration. Successful completion of projects requires paying close attention to dimensions and techniques.

Experts claim this activity can help undo stimulants, depressants, hallucinogenics, and opioids' adverse effects on cognitive functions. Woodworking operations exercise the mind and improve the attention span of these people and other enthusiasts.

Woodworking also improves fitness and body strength. This activity stretches muscles as enthusiasts operate tools and handle wood. Moreover, woodworking optimizes joint movements and enhances agility.

Moreover, there are many clubs and organizations that maintain professional societies for enthusiasts. Together with formalized blogs and online forums, these entities help develop networks among people with this interest for social and business purposes.

Woodworking clubs can also foster creativity. Enthusiasts showcase their work and can encourage beginners to express themselves to create unique projects. Information on new tools and techniques is available on these forums to encourage hobbyists to transform their imagination into finished products.

Routing, drilling, gluing, sanding, and finishing are popular woodworking activities. Routing involves creating finished edges and patterns by trimming and shaping wood. Hobbyists can draw designs on the surface and cut the wood to create unique edges.

Drilling involves using a drill and bit to bore holes in wood. Gluing, on the other hand, entails joining wooden pieces to create large projects. If done correctly, glued pieces form more solid and dense joints than the original wood.

In sanding, woodwork enthusiasts use sandpaper to smoothen wooden surfaces. It is advisable to start with medium grit and gradually advance to a finer grit to produce uniquely smooth projects. Lastly, finishing involves applying finishes to refine and protect wooden surfaces. This final woodworking operation gives projects eye-catching aesthetics while protecting wooden products from water.

Woodworking tools fall under two categories; hand and powered resources. Hand tools require hobbyists to hold and operate them. These include clamps, chisels, claw hammers, hand planes, and a tape measure. On the other hand, power tools use power from external sources such as batteries and electricity. They include drills, jointers, table saws, palm sanders, and thickness planers.

Woodwork enthusiasts can choose between hardwood and softwood for their projects. Hardwood comes from deciduous trees that grow slowly and require lengthy drying times. Experts consider hardwood the ultimate material for building exquisite projects, including flooring, musical equipment, and boats because they are strong and durable. Popular hardwood types include teak, oak, maple, and mahogany.

Softwoods come from evergreen trees that mature and dry faster than hardwood trees. For this reason, they are cheaper than hardwood and are popular in interior moldings, including windows and plywood. Cedar, fir, and pine are familiar sources of softwood.

#Gregory Kratz #Gregory D. Kratz #Lawyer

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ashes to ashes again

In the forum, children ran and played. Bread and oil were sold in the market; the port city thrived.

None of the people of Pompeii knew that death was coming.

"Bullshit," Cindy muttered, letting a puff of smoke escape her abused lungs.

Did they know about the magma churning under their feet? Maybe not. But everyone knew death was coming.

She'd picked up the book at the Zanesville Public Library after her shift at the diner, and taken it back with her to New Straitsville. Pompeii in Plaster, it was called. Written 1987 by some archaeologist, Marc Benetti. She'd finished the book about the Black Death she'd checked out two weeks before, and when she didn't have something to read she got antsy, and she felt like she didn't know enough about ancient Rome. The gods, sure, and a couple names off the imperial family tree, but not the people. It itched her. So she'd checked it out, the boy at the checkout counter giving her a friendly nod that made his piercings jingle (he was always doing that, acting like he knew her) and when she got home, she sat down in the sagging armchair, got herself a pack of Newport Slims and a glass of rapidly warming red wine, and started reading.

After the pithy opening, the book went into the broad strokes. She skimmed a bit, already knowing most of it. Apparently the eruption had been in August. Serendipity: it was August now. She wondered if it had been as sweltering then as it was today. Probably not. Global warming and all. She took another pull on her cigarette and indulged in a moment's resentment for the bastards killing the planet.

The first chapter was short, she realized as she turned the page to a transition. More of a foreword. She didn't much like that. She liked a chapter to be something she could sink her teeth into, something she could lose an hour in. She'd spent maybe twenty minutes, so far, and she didn't read so fast since she broke her bifocals.

She supposed she could do another chapter tonight.

The next day, she drove again to Zanesville for her shift. The book sat in her passenger seat. Cruising along the highway, she stifled a yawn, her eyes narrowing for a moment. She'd read more than just another chapter yesterday evening. Pompeii in Plaster was surprisingly engrossing, and she hadn't really been able to stop herself until well into the night.

It turned out Pompeii had been founded long before the Romans entered the picture. Benetti speculated on life in the Oscan towns that had eventually fused into Pompeii, digressed briefly into the Greek and Etruscan occupations of the area, discussed the dynamics between Rome and the Samnites who controlled the region from 420 to 290 BC. (The book predated all that CE, BCE business.) For almost half a millennium before Rome took control, Pompeii had been a trade center, a thriving community of people, a town with life and a soul.

Cindy wondered what it was like, to live in a place that was alive.

Perry County, Ohio had 35,000 citizens, spread over 400 square miles like cold butter over toast. That made 87 people per square mile. There wasn't any settlement bigger than a village until you got to Zanesville, half an hour away. Like much of Ohio, it had been settled for coal mining. But the coal had run out. Except in New Straitsville.

In New Straitsville, 1884, there was a labor dispute. She assumed it was the mine owners being greedy bastards, but maybe it was the miners being greedy bastards. Anyway, it'd gone south, nothing happened for months, and a couple of the miners had decided to set the mine on fire to get the management moving. But the thing about coal was that it burned. The fire had spread to a seam, and eaten its way down it like a lit wick. It burned slow, and it burned hot, and it burned to this day.

It mostly didn't impact the town, such as it was. The air quality was maybe a little worse, the groundwater a little grayer before filtering. But this was Ohio. It wasn't great to begin with.

She turned off the highway into Zanesville and parked in the diner lot, ten minutes early for her shift. She had a smoke while she waited, and dropped the filter in the gravel, a sparkling little comet falling from between her fingers.

She ate lunch at the diner, at the halfway mark of her shift, three and a half hours of what can I get for you, hon. It was fine. Food never really tasted like it used to, but she liked oatmeal fine and oatmeal had never tasted like much of anything. Oatmeal was most of what she ate, nowadays, oatmeal and potatoes because she'd read potatoes had just about all the nutrients you needed and she'd read about rickets and she didn't want to get rickets. And a half cup of orange juice every morning, because she'd read about scurvy and she sure as hell didn't want to get scurvy.

She pulled Pompeii in Plaster out of her bag and opened it up.

The Roman conquest of Pompeii was inevitable, given the general trajectory of the empire. This did not mean that the city was ready to give up without a fight; but it did mean that once the conquest had occurred, business continued more or less as usual.

Tonya brought her a refill on her coffee. Her nails and lips were bubblegum pink, like a teenager who didn't realize she was actually an old woman. "Whatcha reading?"

"Who says I'm reading?" Cindy shot back, flipping the page. You gave Tonya an inch and she took a mile.

"Come on, Cin, work with me."

"Alright," Cindy sighed. "It's about Pompeii."

"The volcano?" Tonya hazarded.

"That's Vesuvius. Pompeii's the town it blew up."

Tonya shrugged. "Y'know what I meant. Is it any good?"

"Well, I like it." Cindy squinted at a word she couldn't quite make out. "You, uh, reading anything?"

"Not since high school," Tonya chuckled. "Been watching General Hospital."

"They blow that place up yet?" Cindy asked absently.

"Not just yet. Wait a couple seasons."

That evening, Cindy worked her way through a few more chapters. The Roman conquest came and went; for a few hundred years, Pompeii was, uncomplicatedly, a vassal to the Roman Republic. Benetti detailed the daily life of a Pompeiian under Rome, their habits and customs. He assumed a bit more familiarity with Roman culture than Cindy had – she wasn't totally sure why he kept talking about "citizens" like they were something special, she'd thought you were a citizen of a place if you lived there – but mostly it all kind of made sense. People were people. They ate, they bought, they sold, they worshiped.

Cindy never had a great relationship with God. She was raised nominally Protestant, church on Sunday and holidays, but she hadn't stuck with it. God was too… something. He was too abstract, too mysterious. She wondered if she'd have had more of a personal relationship with Venus, or Apollo, or any of the other beautiful, wrathful Hellenic gods. Venus had been Pompeii's patron deity, said Benetti, and Apollo had a beautiful shrine in the forum. When the Romans had exerted their control, they'd constructed a vast temple to Jupiter and Juno and Minerva all together. There were pictures of the temples in the book, and she stared at them for almost fifteen minutes. Then she fired up her old computer and looked up pompeii temples on the internet, and she spent another while scrolling slowly through pictures of those ancient, glorious wrecks.

She went to bed with her mind full of fluted columns, mural arches, and gods with a thousand names. She dreamed -

She was a child, playing with her dolls, and her mother called her for church, and she groaned. She put on the starchy dress, the shiny shoes, and she fidgeted, and sighed, and when the service was over she couldn't get out fast enough.

She was a child, running in the marketplace, muttering prayers to Hermes to lighten her feet. She knew the gods were with her, the gods she loved, the gods she offered bread and honey when she had the chance.

She was a child, thinking of something larger than herself. Was it hers?

She kept reading, two or three chapters a night. A couple days later, though, she saw The Eruption in the upcoming chapter title, and she flinched and snapped the book shut.

Then she stood up, leaving Pompeii in Plaster on the seat of her old armchair, and she got her coat on, and she got in the car.

Cindy stood in the dairy aisle, cool air washing over her clammy skin. She shivered.

It wasn't rational. It wasn't sensible. She should want to read the climax of the book, the most important part, the part that she'd picked it up for. She should want to devour the rest of the book, maybe read it all over again, maybe find another resource on Rome and its confederates to compare.

She was scared.

She'd come to love Pompeii. This beautiful, living city, this town like nothing she'd ever known. She was afraid to lose it.

Insane. It wasn't hers, and it was dead already. It'd been dead for two thousand years. It had lived and died so long ago that it was a miracle anyone knew of it at all.

But. But, but, but. She loved it. She didn't want to see it taken from her.

Shaking fingers took a cigarette out of her pocket and lit it up.

A boy, maybe nineteen, came closer. (His eyes were big, too big for his face, made him look sorry all the time. He worked here part time, she remembered – she didn't see him every week.) "Ma'am, you can't smoke in here."

She startled violently, and the cigarette leapt from her fingers to the tile floor. The boy stepped on it quickly, before it could scorch the linoleum.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, ma'am. You can go out to the parking lot if you need to."

She nodded. "I – thank you. I will."

In the parking lot, she attempted another cigarette. Halfway through, she dropped it in the gravel, and she got back in her car.

She unlocked the door. She trod the flattened carpet to the recliner in the living room, and picked up Pompeii in Plaster.

She opened it.

The Eruption

On a day in 79 AD like any other, the ground began to shake.

This was not unusual in Pompeii. Pliny the Younger wrote that the people of the region were accustomed to minor earthquakes, or at least that they had become so in the past decade. In 62 AD, there had come the first major earthquake in two centuries; it had come while the emperor Nero visited the city, and it had destroyed much of the forum. Even 17 years later, the city had only mostly been repaired.

This earthquake continued for four days. On the morning of the fourth day, small fissures opened up on the mountain, releasing volcanic gasses and ash. At approximately 1:00 PM, Mount Vesuvius exploded, sending a massive column of searing ash and volcanic rock into the sky. The stone, of course, came back down, like hail the size of bowling balls.

That night came the pyroclastic flow. The earth split open, and liquid fire spilled out. It flooded the environs for miles around. Those who had not fled or been crushed were incinerated.

Benetti described the eruption itself in scientific detail, and talked about Pliny the Younger's contemporary description. He went into the hypothesized actions of a few of the bodies recovered from the dig sites. The Garden of the Fugitives, containing 13 civilians (including two toddlers) caught in the lava flow as they tried to open the city gates and escape. A dog, likely leashed to a post and unable to escape. They were all destroyed in an instant, their flesh turned to cinders, their bones to coal. The archaeologists of the 19th century knew their resting places not because their bodies remained beneath the ash, but because there was an empty space in their shape. The gross matter of the human form had vanished in the furnaces of Hell.

Cindy lit up another Newport, sick to her stomach.

She felt –

she felt –

jealous.

She thought of Pompeii, the living, breathing city. Why did she know it? Because it had been destroyed. Because instead of rotting like the empire around it, crumbling piece by piece, it was blasted from the face of the Earth, leaving a tantalizing absence where it had once been. (A lacuna? She wasn't sure where the word had come from. An uninvited guest in her mind.)

She thought about New Straitsville. A village that had been dead for over a century, still standing on its burnt-out foundation, surrounded by living, breathing America. No one would think about New Straitsville by choice, not even if they lived there. Least of all if they lived there.

The Pompeiians had run from their destruction. Cindy envied them. Where could she go? She couldn't afford an apartment in Zanesville, the nearest thing to civilization. She could barely afford to keep up this rural shack. She was like the ones who'd stayed, buried in ashes. Existing in a negative space.

Her cigarette fell to the floor, bleeding sparks, and she didn’t bother to grind it into the carpet. Wasn't nicotine supposed to calm you down? But she felt her breath coming quick, her heart beating fast. She took another sip of cheap wine, too sour and too sweet.

Leaving the book on the armchair, she clutched out a bottle of sleeping pills from her bedside table drawer, prescribed by some doctor what, three years ago? She rattled three little tablets out into her hand, scooped one back into the bottle. She washed them down with the dregs of the wine, and crawled into her nightgown, and lay down in bed.

The pall of smoke was thick tonight – but she'd been chain-smoking all evening. She felt too warm, and she tossed the blankets off herself in a daze. The light was too bright, and she didn't know how that could be when she'd turned out the lamp. But the pills did their magic, took her under like a sucking undertow. She dreamed –

She was a priestess of Venus, dressed in clean white linen, and the earth shook beneath her feet, and she smiled and took a mouthful of watered wine, syrupy and clean.

He was a slave, working out in the olive gardens, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. And there was thunder, not even a sound but something you felt in your chest, and the sky went dark.

She was a child, and her mother was carrying her to the gates, and she didn't know why, and the flames came running after.

And the flames were bright, and they were hot, and they ate her up.

And she was forever young.

#short story #pompeii #wrote this for a class last year and thought i'd post it here instead of on ao3 since like. not exactly a fanwork

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