Existence Womb (8)

    
   "Existence Womb (8)"
    
   But how to keep the positive vibes, Miriam pondered; next, remembering the poetic wisdom of Billy Ray Cyrus:  "Life is ups and downs--peaks and valleys."
   Regardless, she could not twerk her way into the electric, vibrant-like peace of total tranquility save through Divine Ascension.  600,000 people a year go missing--never to be found.  A plethora of these from the state of Alaska, where Sarah Palin's breasts bounced deliciously, once full of motherly milk desired by the Republican masses.  The FBI covered up much in Alaska, knowing it cannot defeat the truth or further feed it to most Americans soulwashed by reality television, tranquilizers, and love of greed and obesity.  
   Are these missing people beamed skywards, hijacked into hell, or relieved by a quasi-Rapture done through the labor of Living Saints and Angels saving them from their anguish?
   So, unable to convince her mother for a few bucks for a pack of cigarettes, the quirky brain of the old lady offering:   "Have you ever seen Michael Jordan naked?  He is such a handsome man; plus, he's friends with Bugs Bunny--did you know that?"
   And Miriam went dumpster diving, always waiting and keeping an eye open for God's hidden messages, hoping the Arch-Angel Gabriel would appear in total luminosity and infuse her further with remedy, but wasn't that Raphael's job?  That Arch-Angel armed with healing balm and a Vonnegut-like sense of humor.
   And still, the Sleep Paralysis, every damn night, invading her inviolate adolescence, an almost asexual soul was strange Miriam--a definite mutant upon Terra's magical terrain.  Too, today she had an appointment with Dr. Luke.  How would that go?  All she knew:  She needed some organic tobacco.  Needed to puff away without getting revenge from the Redman.  Had learned and honored the Totems and their symbolic and true meanings, ingesting ALL the wisdom of fools, mystics, and drunken sages.
   
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   Dr. Luke, sitting scholarly-like in his humble office, gazing over Miriam's medical chart.  He wanted to tell the brave, young girl it was all real.  The alien or angelic war cloaked above our lovely atmosphere.  But how to infuse a teenager with such enlightening remedy?  Then, he remembered his amusement from Buffy the Vampire Slayer--she was just a dumb blonde, yet chosen and justly informed.  So was the Virgin Mary--both of these adolescent girls handed the truth.
   So, would he too grasp courage and feed Miriam the terrific yet terrifying news of it all--or would that further wend her weirdways?       

Existence Womb (7)

   
   "Existence Womb (7)"
     
   Like the autodidact Benji Franklin, Miriam devoured her local library, mentally and spiritually absorbing everything about Christ, metaphysical might, and the courage to overcome reptilian plight; moreover, she put her new cerebral tools into faithful practice, doing things religiously, not minding the invading super-gravity of Sleep Paralysis holding her down in bed while bizarre forms of molestation by the fallen angels were infiltrating her corporeal existence.  And with an altar crafted across from her unicorn-ornamented bed sheets, she placed stones of protection and healing; plus, hung a crucifix, adoring the Good Shepherd, knowing:  "Resist not evil."  For she realized, if her body became a temple for the Holy Spirit to reside; next, its rainbow-promising glow would absorb all the negativity.  One such stone she had was Chiastolite--a brown looking rock showcasing a black cross decorating with Earth's geological potency and positive power.  So, when pinned down and whispered upon by snake-like forms, she invoked the Saints, especially Jesus' Mother, and was able to pull herself up and have bodily movement.
   Furthermore, while still smoking, though the cigarettes were organic and prayer carriers, she guzzled green tea, not minding that it wasn't the calming craft of chamomile, for she wanted a high-voltage sense of energy; plus, desired its anti-inflammatory, anti-aging, and anti-cancerous properties; nevertheless, she was still being harassed, and her mother's neurological condition still seemed to be making the lady more crackers by the minute.  But Miriam knew, the technological wizardry of today does not contain ALL the answers and that she needed to reconnect with the wisdom of her ancient ancestors.  Still, she took her Anti-Psychotics, even knowing that sublimity lurks in science, and that there was a bit of scientific-like exorcism involved.
   The high school wasn't overjoyed at her absence, but a note from Dr. Luke got her free from the local swine enforcing unjust laws on the ill and mentally disabled.  She was allowed to study and learn what she wanted, turning her back on the regurgitated nonsense of American Education, but she strayed from thinking too much about the politics of it all--the hatred of certain religions, the xenophobia--that which fueled and gave more strength to the true enemy--the demonology of it all that lived and thrived off of terror.  And yet politics still flowered here and there upon the fields of her mind, like why Saudi Arabia, Dubai, and all the wealthy Islamic regions were never targeted by our supposed honest government.  As if deals had been made, a brotherhood of evil born, and the free radicals of ISIL not having an army, navy, or country to bomb, in truth.  But she would not let the bullshit crowd her among the others, nor ever become the sex-crazed American teenager downloading porn and perversity for personal elation that further blinds people save the steeled monks and ascetics heavenbent on inheriting the Truth of the One Almighty.  Yet his children continue to be manipulated--the brotherhood of man full of hate for their own family when a larger problem exists within the intangible realm of it all.      

Existence Womb (6)

   
   "Existence Womb (6)"
   
   After gobbling up her Anti-Psychotic medicine, Miriam's brain became sedated, and she fell into the phobia of sleep.  It wasn't so much the nightmares, but with Sleep Paralysis you feel totally conscious, though bodily paralyzed, eyes seeming able to move, and creatures of the supernatural (merely more than natural) hovering around, implanting, sodomizing, collecting bodily fluids, whatever.  Doctor Luke called these hallucinations, a terrifying aspect of Sleep Paralysis.  So, as always, Miriam wended into the sea of dreams before becoming awake, yet as solid as a statue wanting to break free from the incarcerating stone.  Except this time, there was no fear, yet a feminine entity hovering over her, radiating altruistic love and compassion; moreover, the female spirit spoke to Miriam, claiming she was Saint Hildegard, the mystic physician and songwriter for the Lord.
   
SAINT HILDEGARD
Fear not young Miriam--I am on your watch tonight as your guardian has been locked in battle and mostly overtaken by 7 devils; specifically, I have only a few minutes, but hear me well.  Use everything in and upon this Earth to protect and heal yourself.  Herbs, stones; moreover, force upon yourself a belief in the happening of miracles--drive those insidious reptiles away, and be not afraid of the small ones that can only haunt the weak-minded, which you are not.  Yours is a lack of knowledge.  Your history and heritage were thieved away, but the Holy Spirit is waiting deliciously to inhabit your corporeal temple.  Once merged and having synergy with this brilliant force of pure love and rainbow promises, you will emerge victorious.  But know the stones and what they can repel; plus, the plant life and its sometimes psychoactive ability to heal, as long as you do not chase the dragon, but comprehend that a dab will do ya.  Learn.  Read the Holy Texts.  Know the Psalms of David and the Gospels of the Divine Christ.  And don't be afraid to enter into metaphysical knowledge as well--this is not blasphemy if your heart is courageously in love with God as it was for David--the bard/fighter.  People have invoked evil against you.  The reptilian race is among us.  But let not fear of any religion or varying shades of people drive you into terror--that is what the Adder wishes.  To terrify.  The reptilians feed off of terror--it is their unholy Eucharist.  So, be brave young Miriam.  Forge a path towards the Good God, knowing:  Nothing is Good save God.  
   
   Miriam moved, gaining control over her body.  Never had Sleep Paralysis been so enriching and sublime.  She knew.  She totally knew.  As a member of the Holy Tribe merged with a Messianic sense of Jesus, along with devouring an entire library concerning metaphysics--she could whip the shit out of those reptilian bastards, forcing the illuminating light of the Holy Spirit into herself by sheer willpower.  It would be a brave journey.  But she felt positive, and aligned with the Light of the Lord.   

Nude and Naked Lunch

   
   "Nude and Naked Lunch"
   
   Like I mentioned before--stream of consciousness is mistake-ridden.  Wait an hour before reading my Blogs, unless you're the FBI.  I'll get them under control, but like Kerouac told his criticizing publisher concerning his mistakes:  "These are words dictated to me by the Holy Spirit Itself!"
   Too, he informed William Burroughs that he had over a million words.  William fancied himself an intellectual.  Kerouac, picking up on this during a meal, stabbed a piece of meat and put it in Burroughs's face, proclaiming:  "You know what this is--this is naked lunch!"  Thus, the weirdest, most gay book was born.
   Ginsberg and possibly Burroughs visited Kerouac while he was living with his Mom and wrote him off as a drunk so lore wends thataways; regardless, Ginsberg and Bob Dylan visited Kerouac's grave, Dylan muttering:  "Oohhughhh--I wanna Unmarked Grave baby."   

Gospel of Luke--Virgin Mary's Resound

   
   "Gospel of Luke--Virgin Mary's Resound"
   
  For heretical people, denying the Queen of Angels Her honor, at the height of the Roman Empire, it was foretold and prophesied--now axioms and truth continue on with the glorious hue of an effulgent azure blue.  The scribes of the Codex Sinaiticus adding nothing; thus,  know:  And She continues in futurity as it was given in the 1st Chapter of Luke--like this:

"For He hath regarded the low estate of His hand-maiden--for behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed."

   Notice--I used the KJV for all Southern Baptists, some believing Mary to be  a witch of sorts.

  Even in the Koran, the 19th Surah "Maryam" lifts her up more than the heretics.  Though did the Arch-Angel Gabriel go Sarah Palin (Rogue)?  And 2 good things about the Republican Party:  Sarah Palin's Breasts!!!
   
   There were a plethora of Gospels, but FOUR were canonized.  As Saint Irenaeus claimed:  "Just as there are four winds; thus, there shall be FOUR Gospels."
   
   It was not Constantine's mother's love of Christianity that brought down the Roman Empire--it was barbarism.
   
   Like "Indy" Jones, theologians too have investigated the facts with severe intensity!!!

Existence Womb (5)

   
   "Existence Womb (5)"
    
   Miriam throttled back the 50cc engine, pushing it to the weak redline; nevertheless, as if motored by the sublimity of benevolent angels--she was mercurial in her reach of homewards.  
   Bursting through the door, her shock of a raven-black mane, save the patch missing behind her right ear, floating as she moved with much quicksilverish muster till Mom on the couch, the matriarch suffering from an unknown neurological condition, though able to get through days on her own--they had tried a caretaker, but caretakers were more like sitters, lazy crackheads usually, finding this type of employment not due to altruistic means, but because laziness propelled them to such a devilish and dandy way to thieve money from the weak and weary.
   Anyway, Miriam blurted out, not using caution with her mother's fragile neurology:  "Mom, am I Jewish?"
   Her mother blurted out in hysterical laughter, mumbling something about a biological father never to have been engaged in matrimony with as her VERY gentile family saw the greed in members of the tribe.  Regardless, there was no denial; next, an admission:  "Your Dad was a handsome Jew--so what?  Screw your dead grandparents and their hatred for my one true love, being a single, sloppy lady my entire life, your father taking his own life, laid to rest beyond your knowledge, you having no religion--the great science of your grandparents' day--now obsolete.  Those atheistic or pantheistic pricks with their outdated science professions.  And how can you be a pantheist and not believe in animism?  I never understood them.  Yet they provided well financially, for this earth, but soon my condition will overtake me--you left scrambling to survive on your teenage wits because all the money squandered on medical bills for this silly old bird.  Do you like bluebirds?  Big ones are real nasty.  Blue Jays living off of the eggs of life--cannibals really.  I like the Grackle, a black-bird with a hint of blue--so divine.  Honey, go upstairs and find me my Aqua Aura Quartz crystal--I can feel them in my head, and I need to block the psychic attacks."
   Miriam, like always, with "WTF" on her young mind--not getting Mom, ever, her history, the curse put on her by a vaginal hungry ex-boyfriend and reptilian physician father; hence, Miriam, as always, deaf and dumb--yet the Levites and their purity were in her.  Washing, bathing, cleaning menstruation and the succubus spill of nocturnal emissions.  Like the young Tobias on his travels, washing, burying the dead, and BANG--Saint Raphael the Arch-Angel undercover like Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street before the bad comedy movies made it all stupid, emasculating the history of a classic as was Barney Miller and Sanford & Son.    

Love with Sophocles

   
   "Love with Sophocles"
   
When the patriarch does pass--
Do you show relief, like unto passing Oedipus Complex gas?
Furthermore, a matriarch wending weirdways and ugly--
Does your carnal uncouth evolve into something rusty?
Loading down with opprobrium upon a fruitcake divine,
Though him able to shit ice cream and forge Tennyson's (as Joyce claimed) mere rhyme;
Regardless, if you have "Young Tail" magazines safeguarded in your room--
Does it give reverie of thy mother's youthful womb?
What is next but axiomatic hypocrisy,
And to lie about an Almighty God--EVERYTHING He doth perceive and see--
Oh what glory is DEATH upon us all--
Into the honest hands of the Divine Justice System will we fall--
Blessed are the confessors as a Litany does preach,
Beyond this Dark Age of science that in two decades will be out of reach.