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

Angel Of Hope and The Meaning Of Love (Shabookmet)

And this, the Angel Of Hope, called Mannie, She surprises Him, he sees in the Angel, she sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands, s/he/she's making a mess on the kitchen table, shaking, "Dirty Jane!! Jane is dirty! Grrr!" pulling out books from a bag, shaking, fixing together an electric toothbrush shouting "Jane is dirty!", "Dirty Jane!", the Angel swifts down into the room, she reaches the kitchen because he watches a walk through the room, he is her never looking up, she fall jumps off the little wooden step, bends round hip and grabs his head between her hands and kisses his face, she says its forcefully, but it's gosh!, she looks so green blue atmosphere, old, suddenly he feels comfortable, but he's not laughing, he is still mumbling, with a kissed cap AND a scarf messily wrapped round his head, and she wanders outside to garden sit by the spiders, he is laughing, thinks she makes serious, and after he sees her flipping the love hard book off the table into her side, he shuts his eyes, with his green linen scarf wrapped messily round his head, dressed in black shirt he follows her to the alley garden, says he copies Byron, (Byronic! Look! AT the eyes!! The nose is almost the same!) She says HA! Mohammedan warrior!!


It is 'shabookmet';

'a given estimate of age that reveals itself to be, of an age, like ancient Grecian, where it is so want it is marriage, marriage is wholly Gods, the ancient has a man, who, invented love, the man looks, the woman is overcome, she says, 'You love me!' They love like they had been forever, the love is fervent, it invents no lies, it is eternal, it is already there in disguise, it is wanting, it is home, it says, Now, I will not woe...',

this was the night before when Louis and Mannie married in the kitchen and bowed to the Imam and ignored each other all night, and he laughs at her, older, runs away into the kitchen, milk in tea is a mission, he hides in milkcups, he can look at cats and even talk to them, he seeks in milk, but he/her hides, add a little sweat, a glow, add a dusky smell, leftovers, cat food...the kiss wanted; her bathrobe is like royal purple ancient love velvet, ancient loved dark haired, dark thick eyed ancient love, he sees in the Angel, Heaven, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands, Jane is dirty...Jane; is 'ashoomen 'means; 'the first time Louis bed, the watchers body possess Jane, she looks with brown eyes, she likes so much she's skies'...Huh! And does Louis know?! NOOOO!!...because This Love;

It is 'shabookmet';

'a given estimate of age that reveals itself to be, of an age, like ancient Persian, where it is so want it is marriage, marriage is wholly Gods, the ancient has a man, who, invented love, the man looks, the woman is overcome, she says, 'You love me!' They love like they had been forever, the love is fervent, it invents no lies, it is eternal, it is already there in disguise, it is wanting, it is home, it says, Now, I will not woe...',

... dark haired, she is an ancient man, comfortable kitchen with wide shoulders wrapped in Greek Arabian robes, smells like tobacco in rich velvet, billions of years old...the man is smelling ancient, turning round in the doorway to click her fingers and wiggle, like the servants give her in Indian palace and she is still man, dark eyes, where are those eyes? just eyebrows all cuddly rich when she grabs his face in her hands and gives Italian religious kiss, and she harem dances backwards to the bathroom just the hands shaking, the steps wide and shuffling, big smiles, the henna fingerclicks, ancient dark eyes still shining man, the yellow geometric pattern on the corner of ropes, like only the two of us know Hindi, and Hindi says; "I Love Thee! We are Heaven!", a booka emelu, Boom sparkle! In comes the youthful younger Beloved, jumping forward, her soul from her skin, bang bang, la hula la hula!! wide eyes! say question?...Hindu goddesses, Indian dancers, "I love you" fingers, coasting teacups in hands brushing lovingly, silent whispers, scrambled eggs whisked light fingers, lemon tart, is cooking, she says, for a man who is never dead, gives 'arapat' means;...'a look like silver, a hope in bed, a love height that reads, a little, higher than angels, hope in God, highest salvation'...That is SHABOOKMET he sees in the Angel, he sees in 5 billion years in her thick red hands "Ha! ugly hands!"

In 1940's they wore suits and sparkling ballgowns, faces etched with ancient eternal tears, when the Assyrians killed the ancient Greeks, they giggled, because the Greeks said muddy, when Mohammad cried they jumped, when the slave traders arrived in ancient Africa they wept, O! Angel of Love, and the Angel of Hope! Fallen to Earth! Lars woke up they had old children, they have 300 angelchildren, 1929 born son is weeping, he's 'shulvet' means; 'depressed on meeting, loving dad, hearing Heathen, crying dead...' But Mummy and I are; 'shavirer!' means; 'we were hipper than Him, we bring Him, hopefully Him, feeling God!'
Shabookmet! is; ' O! Happy Love! This Ancient Taste!'....
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ECSTASY
arapat {ap} ECSTATIC...
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