Man is essentially, but quite literally, witnessing his own abortion, and standing idly by watching. The sacrifices, of souls, is in the millions, always, this is a mad, sadistic machine. How many abortions would be carried out if the male were left to contemplate, as the very giver, retracter, of life~death? Yet to serve her lust, from the beginning, her needs. The spirit, the same force, but with symbiote (MAN has no true symbiote, but UBER GOTT IE The Holy Spirit) expression of similarity, she is organically driven machine, in prompt, on a quest to recycle. She feels no self, but he borrowed parts, from the Tin Man, which she waxes and tarnishes. She, the obedient son, that purveyor of that Black Sun energy, all that you do not see, before you, so that you do not have to look, says you.
She claims to know, numbers. Yet with male logic, would be not assert the number, then the cause, innately, as Man? Is it not this pollution, the drink, the smoke, the illusion, which first entices Man...IS IT NOT WRIT SO?
"To think in terms of passed, present and future, is to lose the moment, to something else entirely"
Always a poor defenseless girl, she plays. Always to be had? The play, the madness goes on, into the steady river, of spiritual blood, which moves and shifts as tide, commanded by none other than the Moon. When you, as a people, as MAN, awaken, you will soon realize, that consciousness has been sedate, "put under" with the self proclaimed impunity, as the chosen "food on ice" to that greater hive, which now outwardly prods it's cattle opening~
If any beings were here to help, they would but turn the frequency of illusion down, not up!
The cause is found in the deaths, the numbers!
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