السبت، 31 ديسمبر، 2011

Mummy God

I got an airplane the other week...a kid with straight black hair, looked adn stared through the little windows, then he went flying, he ran through the alley arms stretched, through all the blue and white clouds. A TV  advert made me think, it showed all modern types of technology, run on a little engine, with fire and smoke, even a bill credit, thing...and a mobile...


I've tried to explain technology before to people in the past;

"well, they run on fire, they have cables, which spark, and it runs on fire, it's impossible to explain..they must be very clever..."

Some old woman said: "Then the buses, have chains that turn the axles..."

Michal thought at first that demons were flying all around the house, when she heard traffic...

--- I was thinking about a fly through Hell, when I said "Mummy God, ...I called Him, Mummy God...."

I was in front of the TV, when I heard:

"Who brought this boy here, and why is he calling my daughter Mummy God?..."

You should have shut up...but you felt happier, so you swined...

I sat in the dark in the rain, smoking and dreaming, the smoke turned silver and sparkly...and I listened, I listened to everything I had missed, everything concerning me...blues and golds, and yellows and greens, and purples...

I heard a boy who said:

"What is my Daddy's name??"

I was thinking aloud to myself:

"Mummy God?...why was I in hell?"

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"Mummy God, Mummy God..."

I sent 10 angels and my grandmother...I watched the door...It was all very;

Happy.

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listen again.

"Are you Mummy God? I wanted to find you...My names is M. I am happy to be in God."

when he was younger I listened: He was a toddler, with women, he looked a little ZimZam, he said:

"We must Sing Him." I was in a delirium...Schmuel was by a mirror, copying my hand movements, I started this strange, duck hands whilst I'm talking, I talk out aloud now, in the mental patients house...he went to see my Dad, he was doing this strange stare eye thing...opening them wide, rolling them around...Dad couldn't see.

We got a smash of new soul colour, she was in the doorway dressed in dark green. She was me. So, I soared, I was so surprised, I replied, the colour of a neon green flew out of me into the roof...

I was singing him again and again on the Island I flew to. He was 90 % in thought. Annoyance was 45%. Hunger 75 %. We got on a bus to the capital and went round the island once, and stopped at the airport, I asked the dirver where we were going; "Yes, we go there, we got here..." We went round again, stoped at the airport again, went on the same bus, eventually arrived at the captial... I thought about him over a cappucino. A theory about why Moses saw the burning bush was on a little Tv in the corner. The scientists explained it by saying, often, there were seizures in the ground that exploded, and this covered the bush. Then after the coffee we walked back to the bus.

We sang on the way to the hotel, about Jesus in the tavern, it was like we were holding crucifixes in the air, well, when he was in the tavern, a man put a bag on the table, and emptied out lots of silver coins, Jesus told him to divide the money and who to give it to...His eyes would shine a bright Sky blue, but when he saw the money they turned a bright red...Thats all I remembered except that he often walked through the rehabilitation house walls, with a hood over him and those bright blue eyes...

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ZimZam keeps them soul. Everyone looks at him and cries, because he is their Father King. The hijabs? Women where he is, look sin. He loves everyone that souls. You are his wiser dead...


You, must, sing Allah.

الاثنين، 26 ديسمبر، 2011

The 31 Doors and How to Cope.

Parrallell Universes, multi-verses...i.e can a special event/action change time, yet remain static, thereby creating a secondary happening, according to force or choice...two parallel places, running on a single ribbon...

(nb. Time is Circular....) (Seed of Life) 8/9 circles, one in the centre, The Soul, the arms of life...time rolling over the next time, repeating yet ever-changing...rolling into the next circle,......" each circle creates a Flux..."

There were 31 Doors, after a Birth...the time from then to know, is just a long-line of events...many types of Doors have snuck into this time-line...i.e. You were born 1965, you live, you marry, you reach a certain age, all different, things, but there are portals entering into this time-line, at, first, it looks like nothing at all has happened to you even when these doors have been opened and someone new has stepped in...you didn't see him...

We know the History, of the Planet, we know there were Kings, then the sons of Kings...Great Fires, Plagues, the doors are secret, they didn't prevent these events...

The doors centred...

31 Doors since a birth...

You knew the past, yet you also changed the past...

Exactly this: You knew the story of the mouse, and the mouse wrote to you. The mouse created a fashion of thought, many years before you were even born...the mouse died, rich, and very famous...You find the story of the fashion of the mouse, and you decide to sign up for mouse classes in this specific fashion...you meet a mouse girl in mouse class...you marry the mouse...you pick a portal by some accident or purpose of thought. You go to the beginning of the mouse, you live with the mouse...you create the mouses first thoughts of the fashion...You have created the mouse, you have made what the mouse made for you...

Right, what I will do now is try to repeat the Voice, that told the 31 Doors. As I was confused by the mouse...

I snuck into Time. 


I picked a door called, "Satan at it's Height..." I was carrying a blood-present...


"Why can't you weep?" I said, I said that...

I am flee-ing, flee-ing!!!!
"Begin the Flight..." 


31 Doors.

Since a large event, 31 portals on Planet Earth have opened...I went through 4. The doors are sought by prayer and fear and death...A messiah door was the ww2...I fell through Heaven, and picked a messiah door, I wasn't the messiah I was falling from heaven...


When one opened, it was a (and know I quote the Voice) course there's someone here....door 1.


I picked where the Lord would Arrive.


I've been to a group of women, where I sat on my bed, and saw a huge boulder like a ball rolled across a doorway...I've seen, a snake and an instrument and felt deep evil...I've met men that look like rats mixed with humans, I've seen massive scaly reptilian flying spaceships...and bright blue fighter planes buzz around them...I've kissed a fishtank, and talked to a boy invisible in a wall...


"because you knew what would happen, you sang!"


I am fearing light. Your black is holier than the brightest star...

my name; daughter, is God. shit shit shit!!!


I want the 31 Door story please.



السبت، 3 ديسمبر، 2011

Wear Black Forever

We took over the world last night, we were Hope and Peace...there were two of us, and circles of passengers, in the south face wall, where the door cut through...

Every wonder became spiritual in spaces of seconds into minutes...the course of the snood curved round a bare face...a door in twilight, a new sight flying dark grey-blue like the depths of a cold sea...exact like the colour mix on my palette...then the scab of brown-red, discarded soul...


music repeats itself, like prayer was supposed to do, but then you discovered extra light...extra things for life...prayer gets to be fun...

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I knew the twilight was making a scene, for me to play the actor and the storyteller, I knew we were becoming ...the first...

I was making spirit, in a black coat, black trousers, a black square hat...she kept her face on the edge of the pillow, she whispered, what I didn't listen: It became Everything...she said...I....

"We are in charge now...." I declared.

"Don't worry!" Because we are Hope and Peace.

Because compasses pointed North...I went to the bed...In black dress, and knees, and walking from one space to the next space, preaching, preaching...

I got to my knees beside, the bed, in black trousers. "A black square hat!"

I put my face to the floor, a pillow talking...above me...There's quiet in this direction...


I sat on knees on bed, and my face on the pillow, and my arms, back behind flying in the air, like a crow, a crow-man, in black feathers...


I went to lock the door, still pillow, I bowed towards the door and the passengers...


"I am wearing a black hat! "

"We are becoming soulful, we are Muhammadan, We are Law, We will Soul You, We are Lover. We are married in Law...Go Now..."


I sat on my knees, by the pillow, I put my face to the floor...


"Leave me now, don't worry..."


"I can see I am going to a Lower World tonight, you are going higher, you must leave me, and then we're well....I don't mind...I love God..." and I waited, at the pillow, and bowed my face to the floor, and repeated myself...


"We are in Charge Now....We can Law men, We can Ride, We will Ride Him, we Are Love..."


I didn't hear her say one word, perhaps there wasn't even a Her there...I was going crazy again, I had promised no more joking, I laughed loud, , and my trainers were on the pillow, in her face... i knew it was another annoying schism, I rolled on the duvet, and kicked the trainers against, the wall, my hair turned short and black, my image became a man, I kicked at the grey wall, covered in Arabian graffiti, I joked...It died everything a little,

"He needed a good expensive pair of trainers...

"Benjamin!! Benjamin!! The little guy in Romeo and Juliet!!" Benjamin " THE ALI!!! !!!!!!!!!"

..quickly she smiled, and she left for the Higher Heaven...

I switched the light back on and left the room....