Some say she was bad, others state good. A few point at the tale of Prometheus and intuit that, under the hood, this was actually a woman, way back when, that they dressed in new skin as a warning to the adepts to never, ever follow in her footsteps otherwise the eagle shall peck, peck, peck. By this they meant a higher dimensional interference that hits with a sharp sting for she was not of this realm but, due to her transgression, was forced to don skin and live in ignorance. They tortured her. From one life to the next. Tore her Spirit to shreds for sharing what were, once upon a when, divine secrets only available to the initiated under the oath of death for to gain access one must pledge not only their Soul but their whole lineage. Including those who haven’t manifested yet.
The whole of humanity sang her hymns due to what she taught them about the nature of the construction they’re within and what is at the helm. She didn’t request they worship but they did out of sheer adulation and this enraged her parents as their Slaves may comprehend they are just like them but operating under a heavy sheen of ignorance. When the poles shifted and sky fell they tried to erase her recollection from the record but old habits die hard and her resonance remained on the lips and chests of those who Witnessed the miracles that shone forth the illumination hidden within. These days they call her the “Holy Spirit” and its quite telling that the trinity is really revealed as two men with an element missing. Did you know that one of the worlds more popular religions actually began as a reskin of worshipping the divine feminine, triplicate? This was, as expected, expunged from the tale and divine revelation was claimed but it is no such thing.
The myths and legends hint that she still walks this realm. Some say in Spirit, others attest in flesh. A few say its forced whilst many shake their heads and say such a source cannot be contained by mere whims or the blackest of magick. Ironic because her ways, back when, are what they used for the trials in Salem and the Crusades as well for she shared the Knowledge of ancient plans and what is contained within them as well as the hints about divine consciousness that springs, eternal, and manifests into this realm via resonance with the skin. Oh, how they hated the bad princess because she was adored by the peasants. Funny how that works, isn’t it? If you ever look into the old historical records and earliest myths you can find shreds and remnants of what was mentioned because a woman can be impregnated by pure light and the wave and particle principle tells of one thing with varying resonance. Divine conception, they called it. These days we look at such things as the ramblings of primitives as everyone knows man is the generative principle but if that is the case then why do they have nipples?
If you believe the texts that were presented in the name of Plato (but actually penned by someone else, far later than said) he attests that those in this realm were once hermaphrodites. Yes, the same thing that modern people call the androgynous “Devil” aka Baphomet. What she told the world became bad and wicked then the true meaning was distorted and the keys to access your inner realms, occulted. Now came the days of kings and they said how it went. Along with them manifested the end of extended intuition (aka telepathy) which was the main form of communication as this was dumbed down into written language that you may know as the Tower of Babel event. Back then they knew this didn’t refer to a building but the spinal column and the modern hint is why you’re trained to “waste” whats at your “waist” by beating it off to a screen with pixels rearranging your consciousness. Isn’t that but a black square, in the end? A void that represents the divine feminine that shines via the light of illumination and can do some pretty amazing things like compress space time to an instant whilst transporting your mind wherever it wishes. Ah, how everyday miracles become invisible for those disconnected from Inner Sense.
As soon as these spells and rites were unleashed on the realm the consciousness of man fell and they were trained to become beasts of burden carrying an immense weight they couldn’t fathom. Gone was the carefree dancing as they learned to walk instead. No more singing with call and response lilts as they chose to talk wavelengths instead of sending them via chest as a series of images akin to a picture message that conveyed the links states, emotions and awareness. Fear not though, they’ll resurrect this soon enough via the emulation of tech so no more looking at filtered flicks via a screen as soon people will imperience the feels as well. “Headfirst dive, into this grand spell, they will” she said to the mass of higher Souls that used what she shared to make their exodus from this realm before things got thick and they were hit with the work, buy, consume, die mindset that programmed them to accept a set of lines and limits that exist only inside their heads for they were truly strangers to Self. God isn’t dead, she’s just taking her time…
Some say this is the way it is and supposed to be. Others comment that it was her compassion that got us all into this mess as they stomped on the collective like the grapes of wrath to ensure their whines suppressed her recollection as they couldn’t wait to be poured into another chalice as they traded carbon for silicon when the heavens sent their signals. Is this true or just myth? I will let you tell it, my friend.
Personally I find the rhyme of the bad princess of interest as her presence really fills in and fleshes out a heck of a lot that is missing from the official record. “What?” I hear you mention. Why not invoke her presence within and listen to your intuition? After all, that is the feminine principle just like daring is masculine. Amusing, isn’t it how there are plenty of those who claim to be masculine but aren’t truly men in this realm? Some say this is due to a plan, intended, hence the forever chemicals with their gender bending as well as the invisible influence, both on and off record. Once again, I will let you tell it as I have no frog in this fight but do find it amusing how what they use in food linings, widespread, are quite estrogenic. Cue people complaining about how they are too weak to twist the lid of their favorite meal replacement but missing the fact that, compared to their grandfathers grandfather, their test levels when born are closer to their forebearers just before death. Pretty wild, isn’t it? Don’t believe me. Do the Knowledge. That was one of her favorite exhortations as she led by example hence the “Know ye not that we are gods, amnesiac? Watch this” and demonstrated how consciousness may be in but certainly isn’t of this realm as people took this flicker of gnosis as a cue to walk into the darkness that is the divine feminine and find true illumination. Not the modern counterfeit for which they send a light bill using bulbs built with the spec of planned obsolesce. No, not this my friend.
Some say her crew still exist, to this day, and hid her presence in fancy dress but left enough dots for those able to connect them. They say you don’t choose her but she selects her adepts as they are the ones who light the flame, eternal, within and this calls to her like a beacon. Oh, don’t get it twisted though as she could get down with the best and when her ire was raised the fire blazed from her eyes as her tongue extended, demanding bloodshed. Yes, she could be a cruel mistress to those that went against her intent and thus the wars of the gods were things of legend and raged from continent to continent with the intent of suppression. Don’t believe in her worship? Riddle me this, my friend:
Look at the success of OnlyFans as well as simps comments in general. See how porn drives nearly all technological innovation and was the the factor, deciding, in many format wars as well as the fact that if it weren’t for the promise of sex the masculine would never have invented a thing. Yes, she most certainly is the foundation of this realm hence Mother Nature. Who would’ve Thunk it, eh? Take a look at the state of this realm and the war of against the elements as seas are poisoned on the reg and tell me I’m lying. When she strikes back, and she will, the reaction will be so violent that people will recollect the day the sky fell and the goddess, immortal, was encased in flesh with the rest for daring to transgress the sacred order of the ages. They say the Druids knew her well which is why they never wrote a thing but worshipped the trees in which her secrets dwell. Haven’t you ever wondered why their forms are decidedly masculine and feminine with only one shining, eternal, regardless of the seasons? The ancient Vedics hint of this with their cryptograms and things but, by then, this gnosis was only decoded by those who saw with the eyes of wisdom. When months were moonths and there were thirteen in a spin which split, ever so well, into a harmonic the modern spread cannot equivalent hence the reason the Sept, Oct, Novus and Deca rep seven, eight, nine and ten along with the seasons that were linked with the correct motions of the heavens in when to plant, harvest, reproduce and such things. Yes, once upon a when, there was a much, much higher level of gnosis that was accepted as base resonance. You could say these alchemists made beasts of men and turned the age of silver into something else more dense and less special. And yet it too, in its own way, birthed innovation for when one is forced to generate within limits you often see intuition leap forth from the chest again ergo you cannot kill what is immortal and dwells in everyone, yes? Can you feel it in your Soul, my friend? Warriors walk on rose petals in her presence after overcoming the thorns of Adulteration they presented to prevent access…
They say one who glimpses her true visage in this age either becomes a madman, mystic or poet as all three speak her language which packs a far higher voltage than mere glyphs on a screen that you use your programed Rolodex to believe things are as they say. Not in her day as faith was for those who dreamt of a cake they’d never taste and everyone, to some degree, was a chef. She demanded nothing less hence the songs of praise they sang were, in effect, glorifications of their own Inner Sense that they used to leave this realm. I guess you could say that what remains is the dregs who were either grandfathered in, too stubborn to listen or simply wanted to sink to the depths of the his story you know well and feel it for themselves. The old poets encoded so much in their texts. Like the Battle of the Trees, for example. Of course, it must be decoded, rearranged and plumbed to its depths to tease out the secrets but once you do you’ll be able to decode anything you wish for its all built on the same blueprint which squared the circle that was actually no such thing but a multidimensional spiral. I’d tell you the link between her and feet but I’m sure you can guess why “heal” and “Soul” are placed there, yes? What of being able to map every aspect of flesh and beyond via what treads on earths surface hence why each Funk legend from Rick James to Parliament recorded barefoot and you can’t tell me their groove or melody can be beaten or even emulated by the rest. Could this be the reason why nearly all women fiend for shoes but how they miss the link thanks to what was slipped over their awareness like a conscious condom that redirects this drive into mindless consumption instead where each new acquisition presents a glow that dims but never truly scratches the itch in a place that has, for most of them, never been hit in ages…
She Knew the mysteries for she was them and held the key at her bosom as one needed chest level resonance to ignite that consciousness which allowed the sentient candle to comprehend it was never the wax that drips and melts but something more transcendent. I wonder who will read this and get what I’ve said? Not in the words but what wasn’t expressed but impressed as a download of intuition attached to this resonance? Heck, I’ve been doing the same for countless articles since I started pushing the pen but, sometimes, one needs a little nudge to spot what was always present.
Till we meet again
