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Battle History of France

Joan of Arc at the famous coupe at Orleans pulled an arrow out of her white armor mounted her white Charger grabbed her blanc silk banner from a page & hastened to lather the horse up to the English bulwark & shouted at Sir William Gladsdale: “Surrender to the King of Heaven!” (15 Decisive Battles of the World, E.S. Creasy p220) The General scoffed & the drawbridge he stood on was hit by another cannon ball just like the one that killed the man he replaced, Lord Salisbury.

Joan of Arc did 2 things, she freed France from English conquest during the 100 Years War & she did it after being burnt to death at an English stake, as a proper Saint should. She did it from on top a horse & laying on her back; bringing her passionate blood into the bloodline of royalty. Bordeaux even was even Brit land, Calais was kept from 1347-1558, battles raged from Boulogne, Crecy, Agincourt, to Limoges. H.G. Wells the writer of the Time machine didn’t have time to describe the intrigues of such protracted conflict, but the Black Prince was replaced by his brother for he resisted the temptation of Joan which the French turned their backs on, giving her to England. Maybe the Black Prince saw something in her. They lost Bordeaux due to his brother’s ineptness, the use of Mongol gunpowder towards cannonry in Calais, but first the Sea battle of Sluys won the channel to make Calais a stomping ground & a military outpost for British outrages in France. English songs arose at the time of the tale of Robin Hood’s emergence to commemorate this period in time the English considered some of France theirs. It was Chaucer’s time to do as Aligheri Dante had done for Petrarch, creating the Italian language in the vernacular with his pen & so Chaucer did the same, writing as people talked at the time, to set the stage for Shakespeare. Latin had become obsolete with the rise of the troubadour due to the accumulation of histories lost & the lack of technology to publish books. But, Joan of Arc put an end English song later perhaps inspiring the Mad Monk Francois Rabelais with a touch of her cursed conversations with God that, seeing as how some Popes do not talk directly to God, anyone who did or does is thought of as insane; when it perhaps is a privilege to open that channel for a moment in life. God apparently doesn’t like talking to humans. The Mad Monk wrote French “like a torrent of burning, shouting, laughing lava, burst through all the dignitaries & decencies of the pedants.” (H.G. Wells p773) Joan’s grandson Charles the VII was a dauphin, a young prospective ruler overseen by a regent advisor. The elder son of Louis XI Charles the VI was mad so Henry V married Joan of Arc’s granddaughter Catherine but died in freeing France quickly. Louis XI was the son of Charles VII & “he brought Burgundy to heel & laid the foundations for a Centralized France” (H.G. Wells p767). Charles VII in 1448 swept the English from France except for Calais. Calais had been taken by treachery with the Flanders & Burgundy areas to unseat France from her own land. The wars with the formidable Scots had let loose an English military demon on France. Instead of jousting in battle the English dismounted & defeated the French knights from their feet. The English Vassal infantry with longbows were also more effective than the powerful but archaic crossbow for it was slower to reload. “The arrows from the English long-bow pierced them & stuck out a yard behind, infantry so armed swept them from the stricken field.” (H.G. Wells p767) But of course it was the heart of one woman that made France a country.

#1 When I was in the rebirth process, I used magick, which is sexual energy to pass through barriers of limitation based on sexual dysfunction. The theory is that with defective sexual organs that cause massive nerve trouble when used, people stop having sex; but magick, a biblical Hebrew understanding, one progresses through barriers seemingly as if they weren't there.

Twice, I had a vision in my mind's eye, it was after I had sex, or magick, and my eyes were closed, so I saw something right above my forehead, maybe in my third eye. I saw a sperm swimming from one side of my face, come to the top of my forehead and sort of give birth to the other half of my brain. On a later date the sperm came from the other side and impregnated the other side of my brain, which apparently was instrumental in the rebirth process.



#2

Um, for some reason I was sitting at the dining table in my kitchen on a sunny day, and I turned my head to the side of the sun's rays, and the beam of light caught my eye lens from the side, and I saw like one of the old illuminated manuscripts the Monks used to copy every 200 years, there was lettering on this small book, and it seemed kinda Irish, or Gaelic. It seemed to me to be some sort of intelligent bacteriological life form ingrained in my being.

I had the sensation that it had something to do with magic, or I was captured by a symbiotic virus that explained just why my life turned supernatural.



I was always wondering where I came from since I am from my father and I have no characteristics of him; and then I found out that women carry the maker of the matriarchal line somewhere in them and these baby boys sometimes come into the world. What I had learned was from two different sources, the seed was carried in the foot of the woman, where also stem cells, I theorize, come from.

The world has knowledge that you can google, and then you have the conspiracy theorists who argue that the ones in the know have some secret knowledge that the world is not ready for. This might be one of them.

While I was rewiring my body from having had an autoimmune multiple sclerosis type almost lupus condition, I knew from anatomy that the brain was connected to the heart and the heart connected to our sexuality on the left side; but a further study left me wondering how was I going to rewire the right side since there is no such path on the right side. There is nearly nothing contiguous under the liver.

I put one and one together, and thought, in this rebirth process perhaps there was a supernatural connection through that side since I had learned about the woman's extra male seed in the foot. So I took a gamble, I thought if the women carry a male seed down there perhaps the male carried a female seed too.

I was in my lying down days, getting in touch with my body, trying to rewire it, and I knew also to be a whole being, my reproductive system also had to be in unison with the rebirth, and I thought that since I came from my mother, and had been a perfect seed as a child, then the female seeds I carried in my right foot would be a perfect seed and using their genetic information in the realignment of my reproductive system would make me get reborn in the most perfect way.

#3

It was a stormy day, and the storm intensified as I went through these supernatural ministrations. It seemed the whole building knew what I set out to do, my father let me chant, and the ominous nature of the deed appeared to make my sister in law next door pace and wail like a banshee. Laying down I bashed the back side of my wrist against the metal arm of the couch I laid on, and I created this beat, the best beat you could come up with one hand. I started to sing a song that went with this voodoo beat, and as I called up the women from my foot I called a red head a black haired girl and a blonde, each one that I called had characteristics in them, like I sang, the red head could dance, the black haired girl could sing, and so on, after beating my arm to a pulp to make it so sensitive as to make a flow of energy arrive up the right side of my body, I had to stop, the singing stopped, the beat stopped, and I rested with my eyes closed while the storm continued waging.

Then came the vision, it was clear stenciled type beatles, the scarabs from Egypt, first it was one, that crawled up the right side of my right eye, and then equally spaced behind it moving at the same rate, the second and third. I knew I succeeded. They crawled into my head. Maybe this had been done before and I instinctually knew to do it from a past life I didn't remember, or was it science trying to harness the supernatural and come together as one?

Virgin Marys
In the beginning, before Jesus, there were some 15 or so Messiahs who had the same story, about being immaculately conceived by God, crucified and resurrected. We wonder why these stories continued to be told, but the theme, for the sake of this thread, was metaphorical.

When a man does not have sex for two weeks, science has determined that; all the female sperm by that point have eaten the Y or male sperm. One would think it inconceivable to make a boy at that point, but the fact remains, that thru the strains of time, according to the horoscope, an egg will drop from the woman's ovaries and it will have a Y chromosome in it, and a boy will be born with the X chromosome coming from the male.

I believe they tell the story of the Messiahs being born from God instead of the true father because, it is confusing to fathers everywhere when they get a son with no resemblance to themselves, and it casts doubt upon the woman's fidelity. Even Jesus' father thought she fooled around, and she was almost stoned, but he accepted her story and they did flee together.

Of course in the narrative, being born from God really meant, I think, that the boy was sired from the female's ancient male patriarch, whom in this case might as well have been a God.

This is why I think they tell this story.



No, you get a Y from the female and the X from the male, so it is only XY, that is all the baby will carry to make him a male. I am not my father;s son, my father has black curly hair with black eyes, and I was a child with platinum blonde hair with golden eyes, the ancestor of the maker of my mother's female line; that is why I wrote this topic because I know about the possibilities of a sterile male making boys, it has something also to do with men being six feet tall and women that are tall of stature, they can save bald men. I have seen it, and television confronts it, calling M*A*S*H*S Major Winchester " one of a kind * If you are male and you lose your hair, just try to make a boy, just fucken try. From time to time on here I teach you all how to keep your hair, but not right now. Not everyone deserves a son; you have to earn it.

If the mother is tall, then you can save a bald man, to have a son with hair. The baby boy gets hair from the mother, but the hair falls out the same time as when father lost his hair. It is like the peculiar event of frostbite revisiting you the same time of year as when you first caught the frost bite. The soldiers in the Bulge in World War II caught frostbite, and the veterans every year lose feeling in their toes on the same date 20-30-50 years down the line. There is some internal chronometer that keeps track of when your hair will fall out.

Is the mother tall? (She answered yes)

13 Nov 10 6:36 pm
Well, you are probably right, but as you yourself said it could be a mutation that due to natural selection, has been ingrained into the human strain.

I don't know how else to explain but, my mother has square feet, is a dirty blonde, good skin tone, hair on her legs, and a nose just like mine with the cheekbones to go with it. All of these qualities my father doesn't have, so I am a male that came from her side of the Y chromosome. I don't think I read this in the science times, so it is just me talking from the hip, but how else could you explain it?

17 Nov 10 3:14 pm
Theory
Um, when I achieved enlightenment, one of the enlightenments was where I came from. The year of the goat happens in the Chinese zodiac every 12 years I guess. My birth year was 1967 was the year of the burning goat, there is also a metal goat; and I have a goatee - my father like my brother have the full beard pattern, even with whiskers going down to their adam's apple. I have figured out that a woman carries something of her patriarch somewhere in her body, it may not be in the ovaries, but there are other ways of distributing genetic matter, there is a whole dna chain.

When in states of enlightenment, states of receiving information is heightened, and one of the things I noticed was of photographs on an apocalyptic movie poster and a photograph of my mother on a book cover. It had something to do with the feet, which is where, I think they theorize stem cells come from, that might be why they call them stem cells.

This is all new technological science, and we are working with hunches, and people in the know like me, who realize the mum was true, but the boy was not fatherly, and it is just a freak of nature. Artists, or photographers portray a deeper understanding than the conventional, yet it might be cutting edge.

We are at an apocalypse, the Y chromosome is dying out, yet it has been dying and male fertility has waned for a long time, especially with all the bad brains out there, the good news is this topic addresses the fact, that in every mother, there is a goat child for a degenerate father, and personally because of this science, that I have come to understand through time, as with the telling of the story of the immaculate conception, it doesn't matter how degraded a father is, you can make a god son, since this is what the Bible addresses and the 15 or 16 Messiahs that came from Jesus before him. This is good news.

History of the Christianization of Europe

After Clovis took over France and Germany in the 700's AD, and Charles Martel defeated the Muslims on 711, there came a son named after Charles Martel's father also named Pepin. His son was Charles the Great or Charlemagne. Charlemagne battled for the cross of Jesus, as it seemed there needed to be something in common to rally behind to defeat the Muslims. He also fought against all these various Pagan European groups, like the Saxons. The few Pagans that were able to resist became known as the Norsemen, or the Vikings. They eventually made a encampment in Greenland. They were the same people as Charlemagne, but they resisted the cross of Jesus as their banner.

05 Nov 08 6:28 pm
The Origin of Time

So, as Charlemagne pressed Europe grapes and made Jesus juice with it, he had a crony whom battled for him in England. His name was Egbert, and became the first King of England, when St Patrick and St Albans were not enough in the reformation and exclusion of the Pagans.

In the North of England, where there was a Monastery, there was a monk by the name of Venerable Bede whom translated many volumes and wrote close to 40 volumes in his lifetime. This Monk Bede, dated all of his works relative to the birth of Jesus, and so by the year 775 (or so) it began to become commonplace to date time according to when Jesus was born and this is where we get our calendar.

10 Nov 08 7:36 pm
StarT of the Crusades

And then a pilgrim, Peter the Hermit, from Jerusalem returned to Europe complaining of his inability to prowl the Holy Land under the rule of the new Seljuk Turks that took over Turkey from the Eastern Roman Empire. He preached with a giant cross on his back, on a mule, and barefoot. There had been a blight on the land and pestilence, so when these people began moving from the Atlantic Ocean, it became the Crusades. Three waves of people made it into Byzantium or the Roman Empire in the East, but they were wiped out, once by the Hungarians for their devilishness, once by the Emperor of the East himself, and then he let two waves pass through onto Turkey were the mob was massacred.

The Normans, whom in the 11th Century had taken gains all across Europe, sacking Rome for the fun of it, are better known as the Vikings, heard of the atrocities of the loss of the first 3 Crusades in one year, assembled as Knights and fought into Jerusalem, freeing it for pilgrimage.

After the Childrens' Crusade which had no number, there came a failed 5th Crusade that only returned from Damietta with the vestiges of the True Cross.

"This Crusade aimed at the conquest of Egypt, because Jerusalem was now held by an Egyptian Sultan; it remnants returned in 1221, after an inglorious evacuation of its one capture Damietta, with the Jerusalem vestiges of the True Cross as a sort of consolation concession on the part of the victor...

...Fragments of the True Cross, had always been in Rome at the Church of Santa Croce-in-Gerusalemme, since the days of the Empress Helena (the Mother of Constantine the Great) , to whom says the legend its hiding place had been revealed in a vision during her pilgrimage to the Holy Land.

"The custody of the True Cross" says Gibbon "which on Easter Sunday was solemnly exposed to the people, was entrusted to the Bishop of Jerusalem; and he alone might gratify the curious devotion of the Pilgrims by the gift of small pieces which they encased in gold or gems, and carried away in triumph to their respective countries."

HG WELLS The Outline of History pg 677

It is said, though the cross was diminished greatly every Sunday, had powers of vegetation to regrow, obviously a scam...

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06 Dec 08 5:27 pm
Envoys of Christendom

So with the true cross so fractured, the little pieces of Jesus were his Lateran later Vatican ensemble. When the West was being challenged by the new Mongol Horde of Ghengis Khan, the first of three great Khans, the Moslem world and the Christian world came together with the help of Fredrick the Great whom spoke Islamic even though he was the Holy Roman Emperor. The Islamic leader agreed to fight would be handing the West to the Mongols, so one of the Crusades went without an arrow fired.

However, in Silesia, an area of Poland, there was a German army and a Polish army destroyed by the Mongols, whom lived off the milk and blood of the horses they so expert equestrian rode and fired a bow on the fly from. Now it was over, Ghengis died, and for a time there was a dispute over who would rule the Mongols, so the Western powers recouped, luckily the terrain that stretched to France through Germany was hilled and studded with trees and was inadvantageous to battle with a horse much like tanks not faring well in such environ. And an Egyptian Sultan soon defeated Hulagu's general when they tried to take Africa, even though they never considered invading India, the land already circumspected and circumvalled by a Chinese traveler, a famed one who lived off his own piss in the desert, and retired as a Buddhist monk. Hulagu was the brother of the new and last Great Khan Kublai, who held the land of China for close to a hundred years in a short dynastic period.

The Popes were entertained by the thought of the Shamanistic Mongols being godless, and sent two Dominican friars dressed in black to China to meet with Kublai to convert his horde, but the Friars turned back when they found the stretch of land impassable. However, two of the party stayed on course and made it thru to Kublai, they were I believe the uncle and the father of Marco Polo. After some time they turned back with orders to bring holy items from Jerusalem to Kublai.

The rest of the story was told from a jail where, Marco Polo was kept in the late 13th Century after a war between Genoa and Venice, he was a Venetian. There was a writer by the name of Rusticano ( I believe ) who copied down Marco Polo's unknown tale. Marco Polo died in that prison, I read that book about his travels, which were expedited by a golden tablet which proclaimed that the bearer of the tablet had free realm over the dominions of the Great Khan. THey stayed there for 16 or so years, and Marco so good with the Tartar language eventually got jobs as a minister and governor and was apart of some council kept in records of China or India, from the year 1277, or there-about. Now, they were so lavishly well kempt that upon the dwindling health of Kublai Khan, they wanted to make a quick retreat or face the threat of assassination, but Kublai did not let his court go, it was a novelty to have Latins in attendance. But when the Babylonian holdings of one of his brothers requested a bride from the same tribe as his dead wife, there had to be sent back to Baghdad back a bride to be of seventeen. They needed someone to bring them back so by the way of the back of Cathay, the old name of China, they took a slow boat with the bride and made the getaway. You see, the groom in waiting had made a promise to his wife on his death bed he would wed a woman from the same tribe as she.

Marco Polo and family got back to Venice but were refused entry onto the premises of their houses, seeing the strange grab they were adorned, but the tales all rang true when emeralds and rubies spilled from the billows of their silk clothes. How gun powder almost made the Mongols victorious in the west, was not how the west was won but how it was almost lost, and these tales spun from Uncle and Father's lips brought them a rousing welcome home, but it was not until the book came out that the 14th Century heard of a knew of the great Marco Polo.

The temple of the Arabs from the longest time immemorial has a corner stone of a meteor, it is the building that all the Arabs go to on pilgrimmage in Mecca. The Meteorite was supposedly one of the early Gods of the desert.

Moses was brought up in an Egyptian household, and learned of the mythology of the Egyptians. The Old Testament and New Testament that followed were based upon it, and theologians have broken down the symbolism of said religions on astrology. I have written a great deal in this forum already on astrology being the driving force of standard Monotheism, Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.

If the Ark of the Covenant was a destructive force when unveiled onto armies, perhaps inside the ark, which was built by Moses, there was some highly radioactive material ??? Maybe this is the secret of the ark? It could have been a highly radioactive meteor. That is my theory.

Yes La Meurte it is a miracle after the earthquake post I did that I could be taken seriously.

Today, um I left my door for the first time and in New York City, a freaken hummingbird timed its flight to come right at me then hoover, and then back away almost laughing. I had never seen a hummingbird before. IT was my best Beastmaster moment.

One time in Montreal I arrived to be with a friend whom had been kicked out of the USA, he is a little like me but times ten, well that is why he got kicked out. Um, so the moment I got in he gave me a joint and a beer, and I went to the fridge where he had drawn a very intricate drawing or a tree with two nuclear blasts to either side of it. Now I hadn't smoked weed in a while because I was going through the rebirthing still, and those elements could give me aneurisms, so anyways, I went out on the balcony and peered over Montreal from a good vantage, and then I saw what my friend had drawn in both eyes. I freaked out and had to huddle in a spot where I had last good energy. I got pissed off at him. Exploding brain disease is nothing to shake a stick at.

When my bus had crossed the physical Canadian border it took about twenty minutes to go ten feet, and there was nothing in front of us, it was like the bus driver knew I was on the bus and my body had strange tingle-ings as if I was phasing somehow with the latitudes. I think the first cum I had um there it came out in ropes, the way spiders eggs split into little spiders just at that moment, or when a fly gives birth, I don't know if you have seen either, a big puddle of cum. Apparently there is some reason the Canadian border is drawn where it is.


Then, after I screwed up again, another rule I learned in transfering from hell into an alien heaven such as this, um I went for a walk, and a rule I internalized was you couldn't cross a train tracks because of the hundreds of years of people energy being dragged across it, and I went across these tracks by a canal and I got across, and the wind changed and I got this feeling that I screwed up and lost my own energy signature, so I was like I gotta retrace my steps. These birds descended and walked me back home, little brown birds I call generals, they knew which way I winded through trees, and past posts.

I never wrote about this, but those were some of the phenomena I experienced in Canada, the nuclear blasts imagery on my eyes in black, the travel across the border as if there was an invisible wall there, the bucket of cum in ropes in a new land, and the train tracks retrieval by the birds.

That is what the hummingbird miracle reminded me of today. A hummingbird in New York City, I wonder where they are indiginous to?

Tall enough to ride this ride
You guys are so fucken serious.

I was a golden boy totally planned born of a Finnish super model and a famous photographer. MOney seemed to dictate quality of life, there was a divorce, but parental love was so high that I was built for destruction.

Um basically after having one of the best upbringinngs and educations, really bad luck hit me, the kind that kills you.

It is the kind that changes the writing on your hand, but if you ask a psychic not to read your hand because it is so fucked up, they say it is better if the hand is more well worked than the three line mexican hand, in fact they say the more lines the more possibilities.

I will tell you that something made me turn self destructive. It just didn't make sense to be such a well planted seed to be so wanton-ly destroyed for one persons amusement, or to be so perfect and then to be left alone to masturgBate your life away, I should have been adult loved too, I was flawless, and then everything fell through, the

seemingly world that is there, health, great jobs, and love, then there was nothing.

So I sacrificed my being and assumed illness and lept into hell to see why you people are so evil and fucked up to each other, don't let other people help other people.

p wyou

The lines on my face have vanished but the fears have been etched into my mind, I did not count on being reborn, I just couldn't be in that perfect form on the outside and then destroyed professionally romantically, I had to destroy the outside to match the way I felt on the inside.

NOw I am reborn, just a little hair lost and new flesh, growing new lungs every day from sto-opping smo-oking.

I have a 850 page manuscript on the desk to my left, to be mailed today for publishing in French and German, I could not have become an artist to write that had I not been burned in life.

Oh I wrote good back then with love and a job and perfect body, I wrote perfect, but now I am fucken a part of the system that destroys as an oversight committee. I understand all things and have a niche.

If you gave me my Tarzan hair back and my rotator cuff, I could not receive perfect health of arm or Jane, I have to accept my life the way it was lived and all the inaction of deciding to do nothing but lay down and die and stab myself anally at intervals to see what it would take to rim out an eye ball.

I love all my faults, I love the monster I am and have become, I accept the dirty old man disease, I accept the complication, the other was a virgin, a golden boy, I have taken that perfect poker chip of a body and gambled it on immortality and seeing what is there in what is not and what is not there in what is, and them fences guarding houses are not there as the locks on the doors keep people in feeding on themselves in dens with sins, and I am more a man on the street with nothing dragging the history of mine I have lived filed away in an ordered mind that never lost his edge of corporality.

WE do not die, and fear will not kill us, we keep living, I hope my future will eclipse my entire past, but I have already won the bet with the devil, now all I have to do is rake in the chips. My older brother has always been an asshole, he is now leaving his wife.

He told me he was going to show me how to do it, marry a small tree and make her grow into a big one, I am fucken in love with big trees they amaze me to the point I am faithful. I will wait till it all comes together, patience and freaking out at the right points of your life evades decades of wasted time. YOu have to be righteoous, you have give the devil his due, and bight off as much as you can chew.

well that is the real bipolar. I actually have seeds in the base of my spine where the nerves feed o in and all around, let me feel them and count. I got 3 on the left and two on the right. I figure this is how I am being hijacked. I ignore males talking to me through my telepathic powers, mostly I talk to girls I see in the street that are too young to talk to. ONe I call Hope, today I asked her twice what to do and I followed her opinion.

For years I talked to boys in the neighborhood and received the nickname Coach, but you can't talk to girls, he touched me, he raped me and you go away. For me as an outcasted ousted teacher, this is perfect balance with the evil thta that has come my way. LIttle girls should not be ignored. I also speak with very old spirits.

Um, when they took me in last time, I had put Nick Torre a schoolmate that died in 1984 on Juptier JUPITER with Winston Churchill and asked them to figure out the earth magnetic pole switch problem, Ra had done it too long ago to remember about 900,000 years back, and when I turned from my shrink up the steps I u pulled my keys out and 50 cents fell on the steps.

What happened nect next you will not believe. I let me my shrink have it with my mouth, and then at the height of my tirade I stopped and laughed because NIck Torre made the quarters bounce on the steos steps. I heard the first one, and then looked down, I saw one of the quarters go about one or two feet in the air, well, about a foot and a half, and I saw my shrink see it, and La Meurte, you aon ain't gonna believe this, they had to take me in, because, well, you people are going to think I am crazy but, that was the day of the Los Angeles earthquake, 5.8 I think it was. I had assigned Smaug to rise from out of the San Andreas fault where the tilting of the land of Cali would cause and AN area where sweeet water could stagnate, SMAUG, (alla Tolkien the dragon) took off from COACHVILLE, channel seven news admitted, some area of land south east of Los Angeles, they didn't say SmAUG. UM when they showed the map of the area of the epicenter COACHVILLE, and the earthquake happened, I knew I had caused the earthquake. That was why I was in. These seeds in my back have been given me supernatural powers telepathic ones, you name it, I pretty much can talk to anyone on the earth. I got the seeds in my back from ten years of neurological problems.

I was wondering about the smog problems of Los Angeles, and placing a dead man on JUpiter, you know what

the fucked voices from Jupiter, the PLanets of the Gods, the God of the Gods, they said what I did with putting Nick Tpor Torre on JUpiter it had only been done 5 times before or this was the 5th time. So one of the main gods of Jupiter was free to be reincarnated and live wi EIther on another world or our own.

I know this is the first time I ever addmitted this but to see the quarters bounce that high from Nick up there, for the earthquake to happen the day after in LA when I asked Smaug to rise to clear the earth, remember no one died on that day, the quake caused alot of damages, but there was sentience in the quake. The channel seven COACHVILLE thing and me being supernatural and all I understood I caused the quake.

This of course will be erased this is e between me and you, I am telling you the voices that you used to feel in your body, or the feelings of sentience, it could be o GODS it could be demons, I listen to them and if shit goes wring WRONG I can contact spirits to rectify shit. I don't care of if they take me away because I am the most normal dude in the Earth, who cares if I got supernatural late in life. LIsten to the inner voice.

Many Gods everywhere

Yes, although there might exceptions like the nonbelievers. There ain't just one god, there are many, the Jewish Old Testament monotheistic god is based upon Ra the Egyptian god that caste out all the other Egyptian deities.

There are so many gods that came before that lost their names going back before 10,000 years, what say ten thousand different civilizations going back to 4 million years ago. They watch believe, bunch of voyeuristic gods. There are also the unincarnate gods the gods that never had human bodies, there are bird gods, Ra itself I believe was a Rat god, thus the Ra, there are bird gods, the ones that witnessed the dinosaur extinctions.

The rats stole the dinosaur eggs, thus the bird dinosaurs taking to flight, one mammalian the other reptilian.

Then there are the celestial gods, the gods that represent planets, and there are gods of entirely nothing like outer space, there might be an infinite number of "string" gods, gods of atomic level, the ones that cause strokes in the bloodstream in evil people.

There are lots of gods that control apocalyptic scenarios, like why do comets orbit earth in time and never swoop in on earth itself indicative that there is sentience.

Then there is also the eternal god in you, the one that composes your ancestors in your germinal layer in your reproductive system, they come from way back witness everything you ever do and live after you die.

Lucky for you if you have two sides to you and you can communicate to the god within, I know I feel things in my body, and I communicate with them and they are a bunch of characters.

So all in all, with gods within, with gods in inner space, with recognizable gods and Jesus tired from taking all the brunt, there are more gods than you think, and everyone is well covered, whether it takes half a lifetime to configure this out.

Then there is the dead saints that protect buildings from fire, gods of fire, et cetera.

I want to be kiiled by an inanimate object that knows how to kill a human like a show off and then rise from the dead that something that never lived can kill a man and therefore something that lived can always be brought back by calling his name, since as vampires are male.

Seduction is not running away it is colecting a debt of any kind by the services offered, like for instance knowing that innocence needs to be protected, and only some who knows lust can experience love....


one sentence can ramify an Codebreaker Mother fuckers are nice because they are fucked by their husands.