The Making of Firestorm Omega, Part One

 

Diary Notes

Recently moving to Texas being a spiritually awakened Sagittarius man, I am given to find reason in my being here. Looking at their religious buildings and realizing that the term “mega-church” was invented here, forgive me for thinking my presence was needed on a spiritual level. I wanted none of those thoughts.

Cowboys and religion… no thank you.

Before going forwards, we should go backwards a bit as it seems time for some opening up here. Seems important to reiterate on a stage of my development confessed somewhere among these posts within the last two years. Would have confessed it earlier but it did not register. People for a long time either have a problem with the way I talk or get a kick out of it. Even been asked if I talk this way all the time. Yeah, mostly. As a child until about 2nd or 3rd grade, I suffered from a speech impediment making it difficult to speak. Pathological stuttering caused teasing and laughter from both family, associates, and friends. Unless you were afflicted with something similar as a child, you cannot imagine the torment.

Frequently I torch public education in blogs or whenever I get a chance. However, it was special work with a speech pathologists provided by public school that relieved me of my affliction. I learned to speak slowly and properly. Speaking properly as a black person brings on another set of social problems One suspects that the same people making fun and laughing at my affliction as a child are the same people having a problem with my proper manner of speech today. That young life makes me skeptical of everyone I meet still.

My family was middle class but it was next to ghetto life. One gets accustomed to living by lowered standards. Some of my brothers and sisters went on to successful professional lives while others got caught up in the usual drugs and alcohol eventually dying early. They were all driven by our church mother to be God loving Baptists.

There must be a God because being raised in a large family by a Baptist church mother did not turn yours truly into a God-fearing man. I believe even though I went to church regularly until about my junior year in high school when football consumed my Sundays, that I was an atheist even though the term was not formerly introduced until college. Only a higher power could explain this mentality. Life will find a way to overcome. Today I am of course an awakened to new-age spirituality or Paganism worshipping nature and the universe.

So then, I lament public education but it had an important and positive impact on my life. I spoke out against religion as an atheist even though now knowing it played an essential role in my eventual spiritual awakening. I was groomed to be a living paradox to understand a paradoxical existence.

Now, let us return to the Longhorn State. I was told not to come here because of all the rednecks and racism. I heard those terms again after coming here. Texas has a reputation preceding it. Still, a living paradox under stars of Sagittarius operates in a different world. Should try not to be poetic here but we shall get to the heart of the issues no matter my literary wanderings. Some people go through life protected and guided by powerful spirits. I invoked spirits of and associated with a great freedom-fighter and American forefather, Thomas Paine by affectionately taking his name. I have lived and walked alone unharmed through some of the toughest neighborhoods and greatest ghettos in America. Skid Row, South Central LA, Hells Kitchen NY, Harlem, and the Bronx color my coming of age resume. Texas registers on this soul as just another stop on the journey.

As a teen I was lucky to live for a short while with a family introducing me to Filet Mignon and dipping Artichoke leaves in melted butter. I have owned many cars and gone long stretches without a car riding the city bus. Rented apartments and rooms during my lifetime. Love brought me close to marriage twice. I have been homeless several times and am homeless at this time. SSI/SSID pays only enough for a room or government assisted rental.

For the first two years of my entrance into Texas I lived in Houston and drove rideshare while collecting SSI and rented an apartment. It seems only people who grew up in Houston like it. It appeared tops on a list of worst cities in Texas on Instagram that caught this attention. So, I eventually found myself in Fort Worth or what they call DFW.

I sit homeless here now because finding a decent room to rent seems near impossible. All of the rooms rejected were operated by black folks. Don't remember any whities showing me a room. Homeless shelters are the worst I’ve seen and so are the people who run them. Let us remind readers of my homeless shelter stays in Skid Row and other cities. So, this is what it feels like to be down and out in the Republican state of Texas.

Today, I understand why I had to go through this part of my life. It was important to see the very lowest of the low. I understand. I sympathize.

Part Two

If a person could find and harness mythical or astrological power of stars and planets guiding him from birth, Uranus is no joking matter. Destroyer of worlds, builder of worlds, tidal waves, tsunamis, earthquakes fall under the father of the Titans.

Seeing mega-churches of Texas, I am given to wonder why spirit brought and keeps me here. If you read my book or one of my blogs, you know my mission involves extinction species humanity and preventing it. You would know the solution to this problem hundreds of thousands of years old is a prescribed matriarch society. You might wonder why a matriarch society would succeed where others have failed in the long history of our planet? Somewhere in my blogs or book the answer remains. Code name Firestorm Omega speaks volumes when one understands E=MC². Spirits prepared me over lifetimes for this mission and to be in Texas at this time for good reasons.

Enlightenment, epiphanies and the feelings associated I like to explain by quoting Apocalypse Now and Marlon Brando. Like a silver bullet right between the eyes. I was waiting for a bus at one of many stations here in the DFW and became witness to a man having psychotic episode like nothing I have ever seen. Did I mention living in Skid Row where the crazy are paid? Be that as it may, watching this man roll on the pavement screaming into the air for several minutes created a shift in my universe. This is why I am here in Texas, to shift into a new world.

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To build a new world, we must first destroy the old world. In time humans will calm down and adapt. All peoples unable to adapt to the renaissance and changing new world go the way of the dinosaur.

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Is it the universe lately that nudges me toward going live on Tik Tok, joining the craze, the growing number of cellphone influencers? Am I to rail against the horrors of the police state living in Cowboyland USA? The police state is not particular to Republicans or Texas. Still, it seems to fit them a little better and looms in the atmosphere here. There is corporation stench here as well, legalized evil. We come to burn it all down making way for fresh new life in beauty. If and when I go live,  I sing the matriarch society and return of the goddess.

If true freedom for humanity means choosing between two roads before them representing Republicans or Democrats, the choice is to build a new road. That is why I am here, The matriarch society is our new road to true freedom and spiritual ascension. Why this matriarch society succeeds where others failed is because spirits did not send Ghandi, Buddha, or the Dai Lai Lama to do the job. They sent someone who has spent time in jail and is capable of matching the enemy blow for blow. I understand the code and will reach into darkness. Humanity deserves better than to be ruled by talking monkeys.

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If only I could get through a mission update without mentioning sisters of Sagittarius. Tugging on emotions from the depths of hell, I am helpless to move away. Now, there is another who has a role unknown. Should even one of the sacred sisters enter the party and a cosmic shift begins like no other. As time goes by, I come to realize they need not awaken in this lifetime.

Awakening is painful and probably dangerous for them given their immediate circles. Sacred sisters simply need to get on the path. Each hold different keys to the future and one paradoxical lock waits on the edge of time for destiny. We simply have never seen such an event on this planet. It is the spiritual equivalent of what the CERN physicists are doing smashing atoms together. The difference is spiritual participants indeed have a spiritual base from which to begin and end. CERN scientists are like monkeys given a loaded gun. They need a cage or a saddle. Sacred sisters need to understand they can fly and start exercising those wings preparing for a fantastic journey.

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Mission progress continues not at a speed in which I choose but one showing potential, hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. Even though lonely stands pat, an occupational hazard, a quiet drifter hitching a ride to anywhere, the search for power in suffering continues. Lethal to human monsters with nowhere to hide, perhaps the next tears to fall will be tears of joy.

Firestorm Omega, out...

The Unforgiven

circa 2020

Dear Diary, 

Think I will grow my beard back. Not really remembering when it ran away. Feeling hairy today. Feel power weakening like the biblical Samson. What I would give for Delilah right now. 

Permanently banned still from Twitter now X under, Elon Musk. I am sure the DOGE Chief just overlooked such a small item in his forensic accounting. Goddesses beg my forgiveness. Still, what I said so many years ago seems to be glorified on Meta today and throughout America. All transgender people are mentally ill.

Remember someone trying to get me banned from another social network for the same statement arguing that people controlling the big book on psychiatric terms and definitions changed the classification of Gender Dysphoria. My argument went beyond terms and definition defined by the psychiatry industry. Simply put; as someone who has lived in the notorious Skid Row of Los Angeles County, I have seen many plenty mentally ill people of varying degrees of illness. Only courts need definitions from psychiatry. Normal people have common sense. It be fine with me for any man to pretend to be a woman. That man is mentally ill if he asks me or anyone else to pretend he is a woman. No amount of pharmaceuticals or surgery will ever change my mind on the matter. Anyone facilitating transgenderism seeks to normalize mental illness. I would also make the argument that transgenderism seeks to destroy the feminine divine.

Spiritual Warriors suspect scoundrels responsible for attempts upon the eternal wondrous feminine divine earth women represent the same evil haunting this planet for one hundred thousand years or more. Your end is at hand.

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Jupiter Rising in Trump: Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Chapter two of the great human awakening heralded by Donald Trump begins and begs a question regarding astrological aspects of his first inauguration. Does celestial power granted during his first inauguration carry over till now? When one looks at our ribald president surviving two different assassination attempts, great cosmic forces must be at work.

Petrified, petulant, and pretentious observers could not then believe my pronouncement to be true. Perhaps repeating it here will rattle around in empty skulls like a radical charged particle launched in the Large Hadron Collider waiting in effect to create a new element. If Trump had been inaugurated for his first presidential term say a couple thousand years ago under the same astrological sky, he would have been looked upon as a king of kings.

At the very moment of his first inauguration, readers should also be reminded that natal moon in Scorpio came to an astrological and spiritual power peak for yours truly. And so, our epic journey continues to save humanity from the dark abyss of extinction.

What should spiritual warriors look for during Trump presidential reign part two? Let us for fun look again at astrological aspects slated for inauguration #2. We cannot hope to expect incredible astrological events similar to 2021. Still, 2025 inauguration skies for Trump are quite favorable then and for months to come.

Wherever Jupiter is in the sky, it shows us how our tendency to grow will express itself, and in the sign of “The Twins,” there’s a special emphasis on our collective growth in knowledge, social connection, and ability to adapt.

Saturn and Venus shall be conjunct with Neptune close enough to exert influence as well, all in the the sign of Pisces. Trump, a Gemini finds lucky lightning bolt carrying Jupiter cruising through his sign till June 2025. I conclude such aspects to mean our nation ready or not shall entertain issues deeply buried in the subconscious or covered up by religion and mainstream media. Coming to grips with the unsustainability of homosexuality is more than enough for modern humans to deal with today and well into a new future. Pornography, or more particularly prostitution must be brought to a forum where spiritually qualified minds can prepare it for broader consumer understanding. We expected some type of false flag operation regarding UFOs and now drones mystify our skies.

Expanded minds find it incredible how many people think the idea of UFOs and higher intelligent life on other planets think just the way our military complex wants the populace to think on such concepts. They find it laughable. Of course we were also astounded by how many people fell so easily and quickly for scamdemic.

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Dynamic consequences of discovering the sacred sisters creep ever closer to this suffering soul and threaten to enlarge powerful karmic emotional responsibilities and cosmic influences waiting for an evolutionary spark. There is an external mission and an internal mission which is of course personal. Sagittarian sisters encompass both facets of my mission. Notes on Sagittarian sisters can wait a bit as personal confessions seem long over due here. Remembering natal Scorpio moon sets the mood.

Even to this day people I meet wonder at the way I talk. I am a black man but if you only heard my voice, you might think differently. Many people in such instances thought I was a white man. Those comments came often during my college radio days on KUNV. I speak properly and have had many people over the years ask why? I relate the story here for posterity.

Growing up as a child I was afflicted with a pathological speech impediment. Stuttering… I could barely speak. Try to imagine living your young life being laughed at by family, friends, and associates. I remember the tears. If I could thank public education for anything it would be specialized one on one help received from a speech pathologist somewhere around 4th grade. I literally learned to speak properly and slowly. Later I was pushed into broadcasting and acting which left dialects coming out of nowhere or from some past stage play long ago. Some artists soak up characters forever imbedded in personality.

So, now I stutter nevermore but sometimes sound like a butler from Fresh Prince of Bellaire. Wonder like me if the same people who laughed and teased my stuttering as a child are the same ones who now ridicule my voice today sounding so proper and white? Since I am not down with contemporary slang, latest hip hop phrases, and ghetto-proud illiteracy, I am dubbed Uncle Tom. Wonder no more why I grew up a sceptic and atheist.

Find a link to my voice in video narration below.

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Gypsy man on a cosmic plan now operates in the great state of Texas. Actually stumbled into Houston for a while and tried to like it. No… Now calling Fort Worth home not particularly acting like a refugee. It is what I am here lonely in the Lone Star State. Probably just a coincidence but it could be as easily fate showing signs of positive change to a new future. Facebook or Meta now, vows not only to henceforth champion freedom by changing many censorship policies, firing liberal administrators, and moving a key office to Texas.

Perhaps as a show of good faith, Meta's trust and safety and content moderation teams will allegedly be moved from California to Texas so there is "less concern about the bias" of their teams. -BlazeMedia 

Finding myself here now shows signs of meaning. Several friends warned me of racism and red neckism prevalent in Texas. People who live here tell me the same. Yes, this certainly is a wild west state nestled next to a southern state of swamps. Just south we find river jumping Mexico, an invasion crisis. In the end, no state to a black man is perfect. Besides, my intent here is not to socialize but to internally spiritualize, to escape from medical tyranny. Medical tyranny, medical monopoly, Big Pharma... great monsters go by many names. Unfortunately, this monster finds a big percentge of world population on bended knee subservient and worshiping an out of focus enemy. Cloaked in phoney delusions of godhood, monsters chased many people out of California and into states more friendly to individual freedom. Fate brings a firestorm to Texas, birthplace of the mega-church.

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Usually, I am inclined to lament deep suffering when doting on Sagittarian sisters but this time arrive in good spirits. Sara Silverman, some how, some way made no socially incendiary headlines during Trump’s campaign. My heart is all a flutter! U.S. Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, made no political

 embarrassing headlines and suddenly feeling a cosmic pull toward her in New York. Totally unnerving... such emotions are now recognized as a flipside of the mission, personal transgressions of my own needing work. While Alyssa Milano, code name Firestorm Alpha made social network headlines, one can see it as a positive. Great spirits believe her to be most likely first to spiritually awaken. Continued confrontations can only serve to pave her way to ultimate enlightenment. While logic sees sacred sisters awakening in another lifetime, we now walk a new path where all things become possible. Imagine greater.

Please, say a little prayer for sacred sisters of Sagittarius. Spiritual awakening is a painful process. Terrible tears become building blocks to a new and better humanity finally as one with a wonderful universe.

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Almost four years now since my last transmission. Books soon to get final rewrites. Conspiracy theorists proved to be right especially about COVID and readers can understand some of my disappointment with Trump regarding this matter. Still, that was then and we continue to grow and discover. Somewhere in previous writings, most probably in my current book, I mention something about humanity needing to be culled. So then, why be disappointed in Trump and the millions of deaths he helped sponsor? Force of habit response…

To date, since Trump forced the FDA to approve these vaccines in 2020, there have been over 1.6 million injuries and death s reported to VAERS, with over 38,000 of those reports being deaths.The U.S. Government’s own studies have found that less than 1% of all vaccine injuries a nd deaths are actually reported to VAERS. (Source.)That would equate to over 160 million injuries and over 3.8 million deaths from Trump’s COVID shots.

Bill Gates, that great champion of depopulation says humans need a new religion to deal with our new age realities. Creating a new religion does appear to be what fate wants from yours truly. Fate needs to call a little louder. At least one Sagittarian sister would have to awaken to help foster a new religion. Let us hope fate steps in and takes a hand. Until then, consider Gates the contemporary father of Foresight.

Close to seven decades on this little green planet and I never imagined a life so long. Really thought death would come a calling before 55. Still living so now I have to deal with it. Maybe I will do live mission reports on a future podcast or wax philosophically on current events. Needing a free spirit partner... send in your resume of videos. Fate will sort them.

Transmission closing soon and perhaps it will be another 4 years for the next report. Let spirits guide and protect my mission. Fate from time to time sends a lovely soulmate to tantalize my dreams for a moment and quiet echoes of loneliness bouncing off the walls. Like ships passing in the night, it is a fleeting rendezvous perhaps never to be permanent. Women so rare live on the edge of society and should not be expected to fall for the passion of poetry.

Links

Jupiter in Gemini

Planetary Alignments and Donald Trump

Marilyn Monroe Mural Mystique

Desperately Seeking Spiritual Connection

Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Photo by Parakit Keng Eos:

    

Nine Inspirations under crowns of laurel,

  Showering secrets from above.

Whisper wisdom by light of the moon—

  Touch softly the soul of my Love.

Dear Diary,

Forgive me for ignoring you these past two years. Just when I wanted out, fate pulls me back into the human predicament. Perhaps it was wishful thinking sometime ago wanting this blog ended and yours truly onto a different life. It appears we may rest from time to time along our path to the spiritual mountain top, but we can never really stop. One does not commune with hummingbirds and then go on to a simple life. Hoisted by your own petard, we must continue in spiritual ascension enlightening and saving souls as fate commands.

While cause for hope springs forth here and there, darkness weighs heavily over this wanton world well before the golden dawn. True to gypsy man way of life, I find myself back once again where rat packs and a glitter gulch were born. Plans ask for a brief stay under neon lights after living over two years in humid Houston. Plans like a petulant young goddess are fickle bending with forceful wind.

Stepping away from the edge of time briefly, I actually voted for the first time in Texas. Texas along with Florida and perhaps a few other states in America remain as last bastions of freedom perhaps in the entire world. Most all other states in America are now mired in corporate marxism where science poses as a new god.

Two years of very limited intellectual and artistic activity spur urges to create. Lately, my mind wanders to rewriting the book that launched this journey and starting a new book that will finish it. Rewriting Dawning of the Matriarch Society should be an illuminating project. Still, starting this new book almost defies spiritual superlatives. New concepts sparking new terms, perhaps philosophical building blocks for a new cultural paradigm, my next book begs for a writing partner.

Early years spent on dating sites I remember going quite well. Then again, most of my early life before enlightenment can be described as lucky with women. Comparatively, I have led an enviable love life as enforced by different male friend conversations over the years. Alas, seems a distant past here in my senior years. Driving forces then centered solely around hormonal dictates. Seems appropriate now that my desires for a companion center around intellect and spirituality. Physical attractions were vastly easier seemingly just yesterday. Today, dating sites offer the boring, detectives, or scared kittens.

Driving now for a ride share company, I meet many women. Very often we have wonderful, funny, or even deep conversations. Such women are usually over 30 years younger than the author. Cannot find one woman on any dating site with a conversation going beyond, bowling, traveling, Christian religion, and spending time with my family. Is this a sign of the times or my age?

Wondering now has anyone written a blog post that was clarion call for a date? This is not that blog. I am wanting a companion who inspires my writing. Such inspiration can come in many forms. Romance is unimportant. Intellect, the capacity to comprehend new ideas and impulsively ask questions. To be such a companion, to spend considerable time together united by the same goal, positive emotions must be present. We must enjoy each others company for whatever reasons. There is a prominent psychiatrist who acknowledges loving emotions for patients and that such emotions between therapist and patient are natural and should be acknowledged. So then, my companion must have the capacity for love whether that love is romantic or platonic. A successful relationship in this endeavor cannot begin without the capacity for flourishing positive emotion between the two of us as would be inevitable in a close working relationship.

A brief description of my new book is in order. Only a few great mystics through the ages knew about a cosmic like force within the female species. I believe we see this concept in the idea of harems and this phenomena is also mentioned pragmatically in The Book of Mormon religion. I believe to be the first in giving this phenomena happening between men and women a name. I call this phenomena sporadically occurring on a cosmic level between men and women, the Heterosexual Nexus.

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So then, one might say we depart on a sacred journey to study love on the ethereal plane. Our relationship, whether platonic or romantic must be included in some chapter of the book. Great romance and passion in my young past built a Poet. Paradoxically, I have never known intellectual or spiritual love and connection. Fate taunts me with such love only in passing like ships in the night. I know she is there. Seems never to be our time. 

  Our wonderful universe ordains this book and I would never believe it is to be written without direct aid of an earth goddess. A great void exists on dating sites for freethinkers. So, I go to the blogosphere and virtual space to find a woman among women. Poet seeks someone unknowing of her magic, someone with deep thoughts, someone looking for higher destiny. Writers would be good for this collaboration but the capacity for love and higher thinking remain key. Qualifications appear more subjective, spiritual and intellectual. Back in the day, I never cared about the religion of my girlfriends. Same remains true for this… partnership. Really need someone to bounce new ideas off who owns an internal sounding board. Looking for a rare breed, someone looking for a spiritual adventure.

Successful partner in this endeavor shall be given co-writer credits and copyrights regardless of any literary contribution at publication. Further remunerations negotiable. Living in Las Vegas now, but this probably is not my final destination. I anticipate beginning research in one year so we have plenty of time to discuss all concepts, and associated matriarch society. Minimum time we need to spend together during the entire project estimated to be three months. All other contact can be virtual and cell phones. Please, send resume or cover letter with subject heading; 

Heterosexual Nexus

To:  paganpaine@gmail.com

LINKS

Cosmic Transference; The Heterosexual Nexus

Saving Lady Liberals Under Natal Venus

Cosmic Tracks of My Tears

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Farewell, My Lovely Expectations; Trump and Silver Linings

Valeria- Sandahl Bergman, Conan the Barbarian

To be or not to be? To transcend or not to transcend?Whether tis even a valid question should be discussed. Of course we want to live and succeed. Some of us want to transcend spiritually embracing daunting destiny. Nevertheless, humans are the only species of being on this planet committing suicide regularly so whether or not we endeavor to persevere in life remains oddly a valid question.

At the time of this writing almost seven months exactly have passed since the great 2020 American awakening presidential election and ensuing devastating results. Some of us can finally climb out of our bunkers and face what appears to be a dark future. Deplorables who have not committed Harakiri and Republican faithfuls holding on to pride, must now rationalize an epic failure. Champions lose, heroes sometimes falter, and the chosen ones do not always rise to meet destiny. Perhaps losing to Joe Biden was the greatest failure of President Donald Trump. As we search for celestial meaning in casual meetings with uncommon hummingbirds, deciphering clues to how expectations were left shattered here by disappointing Donald becomes devoted mission.

Trump could have walked on water but dubiously chose not to do so... why? Lazy? Witless? Unknown threats? Let us give credit where credit is due and mention how Trump cleaned up a great deal of our federal court system which goes a long way towards true freedom for humanity.  Still, we truly may never know how Trump failed given the minor astronomical miracles energizing his inauguration and must read tea leaves as they have fallen.

Leo rising, a significant astrological aspect shared by Trump and myself offered connections now seemingly too close for comfort. I am immediately reminded of other uncomfortable astrological aspects discovered and shared with the Sacred Sisters of Sagittarius. Clearly, suffering on this spiritual journey seems high on the cosmic agenda. Inquisitive souls must ask, where do we go from here and what does it all mean? Never-ending questions distinguish a Sagittarian mind, always looking for deeper meaning.

Perhaps wishful thinking hoped Trump would open doors to a better world leading to true freedom. Like a lot of incredible disappointments felt from actions or inactions of other people, we often seek to blame ourselves for their failure to live up to our expectations. Maybe I could have held Trump in my prayers more often or meditated on his exact success. Maybe Trump's failure was due to my not sending him enough positive energy. Perhaps my cosmic powers are not as formative as I was led to believe.

Experiential evidence with those hummingbirds, pocket miracles, and so much more magic on this odyssey contradicts previous self-doubts. Furthermore, great mystics seem to be in agreement on allowing abundance and our wishes to come to us without stress. So then, one must look not just for other explanations but particularly silver linings in catastrophic events. Kabbalah may expound on this ability to think on the brighter side, count are blessings as such a philosophy or approach to life enhances spirituality and actually raises our individual vibrations.

Love to take blame for Trump's frightful failure. Both political parties must be exposed as unthinkably corrupt and perverse so humanity may move forward to solutions leading to a better world. Trump Derangement Syndrome, Spygate, and Emailgate just to name a few major liberal scandals left Democrats naked, ugly, inhuman. Thank you, Wikileaks and Project Veritas. Republicans must fall next opening a door to a new political party. Trump's failures, his treatment by fellow Republicans, and all of them selling out to the Big Pharm-Medical monopoly should be enough for even the most zealot conservative supporter to question blind allegiance 

Rumors ruminate nonsense of Trump regaining the White House in a matter of months. We stopped reading Q intel after the election debacle. Losing to Biden, allowing voter and election fraud to rule American government, bowing to and standing by meekly as the Big Pharm-Medical monopoly enslaves a significant portion of humanity, and enriching the military complex were all just part of the grand cosmic plan, apparently. Trump seems to have been just another actor playing his part, joining a long list of contemporary U.S. presidents one worse than the other. 

Surely, it was wishful sentiment hoping a conservative woman would follow Trump after his 8-year term. One could not have been more wrong and wonders what the lackluster presidential loss does to the hopes of, Sarah Palin? Republican Governors standing taller than Trump against organized evil at this time if called to the White House must face a bar set low. Other future presidential hopefuls include Senators Rand Paul and Ted Cruz.

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Skeptic tendencies remain hampering this journey to transcendent being. Enjoy riding a rollercoaster holding only faith to a future final Utopian destination no matter a wretched dark path. No overnight success stories exist on the edge of time. Remembering now micro-management was never part of my overall mission.  Urges remain pulling ego to organize, quantify, to make this world intelligible to my own particular intellectual processes and capacity.

Our final destination, the salvation of humanity continues toward a matriarch society. That being said, fading egomania endeavors for answers to burning questions. We need a bit of centaurian closure. We must find hope even in the greatest of personal catastrophic events. Quite frequently upon this mystical mission to prevent extinction species humanity, our universe seems to display a morbid sense of humor. Dawn of the matriarch society maintains real hope now in a most unlikely person, Vice-President Kamala Harris.

Illustration by, Shyama Golden

Only a special type of woman can claw through thousands of years of mendacity and do what is necessary to hasten a matriarch society. Veep Harris stands on record with comments friendly to a great goddess cause, but one must read between lines to comprehend. I must spare readers exact details here because of that expectation thing, but the truth is out there should one care to work for it. Also, a female District Attorney made headlines recently with comments also friendly to our Utopian goddess-driven future.

Truthfully, words were written here or somewhere narrating notions of a need to cull the human herd and in doing so create separation. Again, mission parameters do not include micro-management and the stressful duty of particulars, how, when, etc. Our magnificent universe provides infrastructure, logistics, personnel to facilitate fervent dreams and wishes. Wish away anti-humans to clear a path for matriarchs and our universe makes dreams come true. Vaxxed and unvaxxed, anti-vaxxers and good citizens, higher consciousness beings and humans vibrating on a lower level of consciousness, let the separations continue.

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Working now in the rideshare industry, I am afforded a grand opportunity to uncover public sentiment on current events up close and personal. Sometimes, people just need to talk and be heard. Once in a golden while, we meet like-minded beauties who leave intimate intellectual impressions lasting lifetimes enhancing spirit forever in memory. Waging through a wasteland of empty faces and cluttered spaces, we meet rather like ships passing in the night. Perhaps our wonderful universe needs to imput a little hope into the data stream from time to time reminding us of our endgame.

LINKS

Conan the Barbarian

What Kamala Harris Faces as First

Spiritual Unite

Conan the Barbarian (1982)

Sacred Sisters of Sagittarius: Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Dear Diary,

Sacred mission catapulting a once reluctant poet into spirituality spiking reason beyond earthly senses just got dramatically personal.  Called to work wonders awakening the earthly goddess, it could only be personal even here on the edge of time.  Fate confirms discovery and contact with sacred sisters of Sagittarius. Hoping their eventual spiritual awakening lessens my workload but that might be selfish and wishful thinking. What seems more likely is that labors henceforth shall multiply by power of three for some period. 

It remains difficult not to see Sagittarian love as a group. Reality will remind weary warrior not only of their inherent mysterious earth goddess qualities but that they are also absolute Individuals uniquely colored by a dying patriarch matrix. Let us hope enlightenment finds sacred beauty in the next three years or sooner.  Our world truly needs all three sisters together united for a utopian future.

Suddenly, this world turns on free will of three unlikely earth goddesses thrown into spiritual fire sweeping over humanity feeling quite like the final revolution. Centaur Queens hold secrets to species survival and ascension on our road to Utopia. Unfortunately, the process of rebirth is painful. Let spirits guiding the warrior way nurture and guide sacred beauty to destiny. Where teardrops compete against the treasured price of gold, love transforms celestial triplets into the very best they can be holding confident keys to eternity.

LINKS

Saving Sarah Silverman: Snowflake Love on the Edge of Time

The Zodiac Club 3000: Mission Notes from the Edge of Time

Walking Through Hell for Kirsten Gillibrand

Firestorm Alpha: Awakening Alyssa Milano

Cosmic Tracks of My Tears

Dear Diary,

It is a dark day in one personal life of the last rebellion.  Mission purpose crashes home sometimes in the very bedroom between this paradox and the liberal great beauty.  Some of them and their past marriages are living examples of extinction dynamics and symptoms they wish not to accept.  It is not as if I have asked them not to love their homosexual child.  Somehow, that is indeed what they feel and one can only imagine such torment brought on by evolutionary pronouncements of a firestorm.  

Homosexuality is the major symptom of extinction species humanity and there are no ways invented on this earth of getting around it.  Denying love felt for an obscure poet shall not change cataclysmic involution.  Denying true love must be an original sin.  We are born to die until further notice and very often such death is transformative.  The bell  cannot unring and spiritual sound waves in this particular instance are enough to transform even a stubborn  resistant mind.  Kicking and screaming along the way, some of you must be dragged into inherent spiritual empowerment and the final frontier for humanity.

First, you cry.  Tears can be unbelievably powerful.  Warrior tears for sacred journey remain reserved for transformative events and individuals.  Only the lonely would know what to do with keys to eternity.  Only the tormented lonely would follow the tracks of my tears.

Come one!  Come all!  See the grandest show of all!  
Utopia appears on the horizon when tears of a goddess begin to fall.

Links

Cry Girl with Candles

Trolling Lady Liberals Under Natal Venus

Star Woman Universe Space Art print

Dear Diary,

As she does every 225 days or so, Venus recently came home for the poet in natal Scorpio and this particular time the Goddess of Love seems to have left in her wake whispering spirits and vibrant vibrations meant to induce throbbing manhood. Solve a puzzle wrapped in inexplicable mystery of the liberal earth goddess or know a type of suffering cold showers may only postpone. Particularly, liberal women perplex consciousness and makes one wonder if such women are fit to move forward into a new future. Given what seems to be an unbreakable duty for romantic issues with these types of snowflake women fading fast in the face of a burgeoning new reality, I sometimes doubt my ability to stay focused and unbiased. True champions must adapt and rise on their own based on warrior energy out there now. Why should another single word be uttered here? Venus asks for what seems the impossible.

Carefully studying feminine leadership in the liberal world reveals a valley of sadness where no dolls come to play. If Hillary Clinton is the best among them, would anyone like to meet their worst? Could it possibly be the princess of nincompoopery, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez? Perhaps it is the woman voted most corrupt politician in D.C. by the political watchdog group C.R.E.W., Rep. Maxine Waters. We are told Maxine beat out stiff competition for the prodigiously infamous award. Other than being a politician, what exactly are the the accomplishments of, Rep. Nancy Pelosi?

Elizabeth Warren is considered by many to be the leading candidate for the 2020 Democratic presidential nomination, the great liberal hope. Known fondly around America now as Fauxchaontas, it appears her greatest accomplishment to date is not dropping out of the 2020 presidential race after turning herself into an embarrassing joke. This unparalleled fortitude and persistence while being hoisted on an international stage by her own petard seems to touch liberals in emotional safe places where delusions turn desperation into warm fuzzies. Having your life exposed as fraud seems now to be a virtue in liberal wonderland. One shudders to think what kind of little girls are being inspired by liberal political leaders like Elizabeth Warren.

Warren is a bit of an academic grifter. She’s willing to fake her way to the top. When she came to Harvard Law School, she was believe it or not considered by some to be a “minority hire.” She listed herself as a minority on a legal directory reviewed by deans and hiring committees. The University of Pennsylvania “listed her as a minority faculty member,” and she was touted after her hire at Harvard Law School as, yes, the school’s “first woman of color.”  

⏤David French, National Review

One finds a greater vacuum among lady liberal celebrity leaders who really are self-proclaimed or want-to-be leaders. We remember fondly the keynote speaker at the first #WomensMarch rally in front of the White House, Madonna. She inspired herself to leave the country afterward unlike other celebrity leaders like Cher who only promise to leave America but never do. Is it just me or do liberal ladies seem a bit demented lately? Kathy Griffin, Whoopi Goldberg, Barbara Streisand, Alyssa Milano, and Rachel Maddow just to name a few off the top of my head seem to be the liberal alpha-females. Or, are these just selected women mainstream media chooses to hammer our brains with almost daily it seems?  Are such women really role-models and what we can expect from the next wave of liberal offspring? 

And when you trust your television,  

what you get is what you got. 

Cause when they own the information,  

oh they can bend it all they want. 

⏤John Mayer

Nature, reality, life caters to the best. Science can create life now in test tubes. However, it is a desperately pompous attempt by science to replace the earth goddess preying on reproduction desperation.  To think such life could possibly be better than pure nature and her incredible design confesses to spiritual bankruptcy and ethical depravity it brings.  

Putting broken puzzle pieces back together that were once a goddess within waning spirits of a liberal feminine mind appears a Herculean task beyond powers granted to this spiritual warrior. Given the dire straits of lady liberals being almost completely void of feminine role-models and my own personal experience suggesting an almost aversion to logic, what chance do they have of continuing into the future on our new road to Utopia? Is there one last hope to save them all waiting for that Calvary moment? 

When the planet Venus enters into Scorpio, it holds the stories of Psyche in Greek mythology in mind, as well as Medusa, that we as humanity are now traveling into the Underworld to understand Love and to be freed from what is not real. In these two stories about Psyche and Medusa, it is about women wanting to be loved and recognized by a man that they care for, but unfortunately there tends to be a journey to achieve that goal.  

⏤Réy

Frantic in their need for real heroes given the mediocre distasteful years of Barack Obama and Bill Clinton, some Democrats would like their last hope to be Congresswoman, Tulsi Gabbard. However, members of her own party who are known to commit election fraud within their party do not like her at all. Having the audacity to criticize Prince Obama, Gabbard espouses integrity and reason which seems to be antithetical to Democrat ideology. Nevertheless, she is associated and thereby tainted by Democrats. Can Tulsi be ready or trusted to lead America in the post Obama-Clinton super scandal era? Elites of her party would never allow it. Gabbard is a decent enough role-model, it may be why party leaders do not want her. Tulsi would inspire the best among what is left of liberals and Democrats.

Mired in Marxism that encourages cultural mediocrity, liberals disdain true spirituality misplacing a basic human need by worshiping an addiction to emotional escapism and technology.  Just on the face of results of liberal ideology in the last 25 years of what we see from gender-neutral to transgender, most of America can see a perverted destination if this cultural trend were allowed to continue.  Clearly, the liberal or Marxist lifestyle is unsustainable and indefensible. We cannot be anything we wish to be. We must be the best we are meant to be. Truly, we find out what we are meant to be only through spiritual acknowledgement and enlightenment.  Being human is not all that easy if one cares to study history a bit.  Being human gets far worse in a cultural wonderland of pretense where ignorance is a virtue.

After the Goddess of Love transits through natal Scorpio, she then travels through sun sign of the poet, Sagittarius. Jupiter rules Sagittarius and the great benefic just happens to be in constellation Sagittarius at the time of this writing creating a conjunction, super-charging mythical and spiritual powers of both planets.  Heightened sexual passion intensified in a star pattern known for  philosophy, it comes as little surprise I should recently be haunted by loves past, present and future. Spirits force imagination to mark blessed occasion with poetic amusements whipping energy into the magical quantum field of dreams. 

What is a spiritual warrior to do for drowning disciples of the status-quo who refuse help?  Most liberals will not even acknowledge their death spiral as a matter of pride or spite. How many prayers does it take to save the average liberal?  This is where an instruction manual would be helpful.  Unfortunately, the road to Utopia gets paved microsecond by microsecond as the renaissance becomes a cosmological horizon.  Destination salvation may be set in cosmic stone but the path remains unclear. 

Perhaps this world transforms not quite fast enough for a paradox living on the edge of time fifty years or more ahead of casual earthlings. It is cold they say in outer space where astronauts explore as a team.  While not so cold here on the edge of time, loneliness appears to be just another occupational hazard waiting for the dawn of love.  

Even if I could shrink down to the subatomic level and go on a Fantastic Voyage through the raunchy and disturbingly creative mind of someone like, Sarah Silverman, it would be unfair without a dynamic crew facing down death together featuring team members like, Raquel Welch.

There may be a better chance of coming out of such a mind-bending voyage in shock with some new exotic form of PTSD than making a real difference. Though that may be true of traveling through the mind of most liberal women. Other women among Sarah's rank and party worthy of consideration are noticeably absent from this or general public discussion. It may very well not be all their fault as we see only what puppet masters wish us to see.  If we can see past individual liberal conditioning, a sad plight reveals itself encouraging our sympathy.  Reasonable lady liberal leaders worth the price of a movie ticket seem especially hard to find at this great time in human history and it looks sad. 

Since Leo rising defeated and disgraced their champions, so many lovely liberal ladies have abandoned the poet that I considered calling 911. Words may never convey this tragic situation. Though I now stand surrounded by women of faith known fondly as deplorables and conservatives, it quite appears fate wishes love to manifest between fire and a snowflake. Conservative women are the winners and need no help continuing to win. They also have that faith thing going for them and while it takes them in the right direction, their path, ideology or philosophy must evolve in our future. Reasonable women seeking the finer dimensions of faith rise high and rule in our new world. Nevertheless, unrequited passions must be dealt with here and now. 

Perhaps our unstoppable future needs one of these snowflake women to experience rapture of enlightenment and know the power of her inner goddess for some reason unknown to a firestorm. Crystallized snowflake now hardened and faceted like a diamond would ruminate in spiritual iridescence, a powerful irresistible living beacon guiding lost souls home. Such a transformation has to be a frightening proposition to the average liberal.  Who wants to be something close to the contemporary Joan of Arc of her time?  Unfortunate perhaps and paradoxical plenty but getting to her inner goddess and incomprehensible spiritual power may only be achieved by embracing a firestorm.

Send another angel. 

Send in the clowns.

Let them cry out loud. 

Star woman earns her crown.

Prayers find bleeding hearts. 

Let warrior tears set them free.

LINKS

Star Woman Universe

Venus Return in Astrology

Venus in Scorpio, Planet of Love: Shadows & Soul Illuminations

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