Greek Priestesses

short weekend, at Mannies, I remembered the grannies. Dancing in the garden, performing my own ritual.

I looked, saw them dancing, in thin dresses, with long black wavy to fuzzy long hair. In 07, I climbed 20, 000 ancestors, up a magical escalator, into another Heaven, from ancient Ireland, back to the Greeks, I've read one book on Ancient Irish History, and so I worked things out.
They were in Purgatory, 901...which is Home For Pagan Sexuals (or something)

They arrived in Eire,

I was performing this ritual, half blind on mixed tea...when I remembered, when I looked;

pagan greek rituals, that inspired Cohen. dohnut, I mean Hebrew Priest; It involves, running around the garden, crying men have forsaken, up and down the fire exit stairs, before you're quite ready to leave an offering (some dog-ends and light), kicking out some bad pagan with a shuffle dance, fire in one hand, kicking my left foot across the ground, with a big snake/sword/wooden staff; ready to use on the attack, singing my prostitute blood...expecting to be draped with snakes, because of remembering the woman in my flat, who would throw tarantulas all over me, and then cover me with snakes, and a dodgy voice of her matre-de, name Mistress Grandmother watching, who remained there, conducting some kind of marriage, with this naked woman with yellow skin, before I had the feeling to leave town, with 600 pounds taken from the post-office, oversleeping and having my door kicked down, and three policemen, (one of whom shouted out ; 'TERRORIST" "DOG! I have the Holy Book!") took me away to live for three years in and out of hospitals and rehabs, and stole 200 pounds that went missing, because the money was thrown all over the bedroom, throwing greek raisins all over the room was 'odd behaviour' for someone, encountering THE Whore of Babylon, which has a woman's head and a body made of shit, with writhing tentacles, and long windy hairy penises on string, intent on grabbing me....plus the 'Reptilian operated Alien Helicopter Warship', that roared outside the window, buzzing, (why could no-one hear it?) that caught me in the bathroom, and shot me countless times with lasers, that hurt, but didn't leave a mark, and left me heaving in the safest part of the flat, against the wall in a corner... plus moving the mattress to a safer place, on the kitchen floor and 'snogging' a sweet-girl, and making her shout out PORNO, in front of her religious school-friends, because I was sure everyone could hear me on TV, well NO, she was dahn the pub, with women, ha, still shocked...climbing gangstas out of hell, because they really DID love Momma, including the famous Al Capone, and then being shot by one in the 'flooozy' so jumped backwards into the bath, also sending one of them, for money, to keep the neighbours boyfriend, away, because he could hear, Hebrew, 'cunt' a 30's guy, smoking, and asking for no trouble in the doorway of the downstairs flat, because 'THAT BITCH IS CRYING HAZEL!'...being haunted by the demon-woman who blew smoke rings out of my bath, sure I was going to fall into Hell through the floor...hearing God, in the thunderstorms....making a film...with all the hell and other things flying round the room, sure that the worse place to be was in front of the big bedroom window, hiding in a corner on the mattress, bowls of cornflakes, and egg boxes full of dog-ends, the relentless fear of this Babylonian Woman, and the things it threw, well, to save me, I made a film sequence, with shapes and monsters that became a popular alien film, and gave me a name.

Plus, the fear of eternally burning in the sun.


...walking into Indian girls bedroom, with a box of pegs on my head, wiggling in front of that male true religion priest, and asking, if the box hat is suitable for rites...and then leaving the empty tea cup, on a windowsill, full of prayers, for an alien race of rat-people.

Sexy Grans;

kicked me in the head, at Mannies and prayed for me to get bed...I saw what they prayed, it, was, giggly, I should say awful...

Nanny Adama, was conducting, calling a spirit, ;

"The spirit of Soul...Become Oh Lord, cry my Alexander to Soul...MY Queen Athene, shone hath thy light, bring Love tonight..."

I said; She's a big Red-head...I heard; '..what a fat hag?' 'No, bitch, tall with long curly ginger hair...I married Aristotle's daughter...long time ago..."

The others were dancers, they dance the spirit, the prettiest...they worked the dance, it's fast, but different to African Voodoo shaking, it's sweet shoulder wiggling, and prancing...they did give light and fun...

In Greece, they would perform the miracle, to Ariadne, light lover...the dance is soul...

exempt from Hell...

Bringeth Soul