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.

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....

To Zimzam

...hilarious war, silly war...
 nothing can be shown, nothing explained....

delirious war, idiot war...

flayers...Fating...Forgetting...a joke love...

"Blackest Angel, You are Fight. I fight Free. I don't want you to tell everyone we're Hate...."

Special Days. Unexplainable Days...

This Heathen sings, that I am the Black Dog-Boy Jibril...I am Take. I want you and I fell. White Fox? I can't find my Love, I've wept every single day. When I weep on pillow, you weep all day...My throat is numb, the headache cold, rare kisses, and no tongue or throat. Never Silence. I should Raise a type of Love, where ;

I am studying silently. I study you...When I smoke I study, when I walk I study, and I worry the study alot, 95% Fear...

I called her Shamsyee, and you let me toy, I toy with history, I toy with your beliefs, there's a mirror, in me and Rumi and Shamsiee, but I left you out of that, a terrible war between Love and Nothing, what I've broken, left you in rains and rains of words, and curse of ruins, becuase I'm soiled...Now she's Shamsi...


Insane insane, terrible fires, I bite Shamsee, while you roll the stone, I take her from place to place, and cut at you and cut away. And make you wait. 

And bite, then roll...

I have a fire in my belly.


"And I'm in the desert!! And I die under a fucking tree!!!"


I wanted to keep the fire for ever and ever...

Now we have a Holy Fire. 


And not a dream, and not a dream, or a fear...All become One. The Dream : Some little guy to love a little more...


And patience, and names and Holyier names, and types of feeding, and types of killing...


Lots of doors for us.


And Shaytan lies...and fearless fixtures, on your teeth and your cries, and your weeps, and it's Shamsi for ties, and bits of lover, so move over and you can watch, watch...and when you watch I can come back...

When I can develop wish or wash, "ZimZam." All the waiting was fun. 

And we are Liars; O Heaven, 


and watchers.


The witches.

I've forgotten again...

The Letter

 Amon Duul II - ArchAngel Thunderbird

A panorama, an angel in holiest king, a white temper, a virgin queen, light like leaven, lemon queen.


A jewish holy, a white queen, serpent tables, just and fair, orange like queens, a virgin bite, light queen, purple bright.

Friends

We lost you, we lost you. Why couldn't they quiet Soul? We lost you to Sheol. We saw...

Peace.

My baby, my baby.

My Sire is dead.


We lost you, we lost you.

"How are you, Little Soul?"

Moses said: "I will fight and I will scorn, I know those men red, I will kill every Satan..."

We're singing People. King of Amorelia is weeping....Christ Girl...


"Why could we let them die?"

"We Love You."

The Prayer 2

I have free lessons at the mosque, once a week...I've gone backwards with memorising surahs, as there a terrible uncleanliness in me, and it needs to stay away from the book...I picked up:

"Au'do Billah Himena Shatayni Ragheem..."

Quicker than even I thought I word (would), and I've been doing this for almost a year...

We sit in the deaf girls section, which is just on some odd landing around two flights of stairs and a ablution and toilet just opposite, where we all share various sizes of flip-flops...which always astonishes me...because my socks still get wet, and I wear sizes too big, and they're just there....and...when I went there to paint and draw the people in the place, I had to continually change my watercolour cup, and each time, a strange looking woman wearing glasses with giant lenses that make her eyes look huge, stops me, in arabic, and points to the flip-flops,

"Sister...sister..."

"Yeah, just a minute...yeah I've left my ribena in there..."

"Sister sister, blah blah blah..." pointing at the flip-flops...

When the Adhan begins at a specific time...before that prayer-call, my teacher thinks I'm not going to pray, because I sit silently holding the book on my knee, leaning against the wall, feet out, sighing, because she's going mental, beside me, clutching her head, and bowing up and down...there's a lot of psyching each other in this white-muslim-women happenings...so, I psyched I wouldn't prayer, and then...but this is the girl who says Allah will reward me, damn if I forget to say:

Sallaam Alai Ekom


When she goes to join the other women and a stand in line...

I get up, and put my hands on my knees, leaning forward, I watch them, from a little distance, and see my teacher turn dark green...

I sigh...

I stored up, about little more than 1095 days of prayer, which means, specifically, I pray in a chair, in a bed, round and round a garden, on the toilet....

I know there's a war, and I prayed Sanity....

If men and women in Arabia or anywhere else, have to be tortured and killed, then let them die quickly...there are other alternatives. Just a quick little heart-ache..."Cut into their heart and you have a quick death..."

The men torturing them:

"Let them know Hell, make them die..."

We sing:

"A-audo billah himena shatayni ragheem....."

We prostrate, we stand up...when we prostrate again, I cry out...

And...

to the right of me, like a secret black door, a tiny white light, shines on and then off...


I look at the women in line, and wait to bow...

I get on the floor, and then stand up...

My right hand blazes with red flame, on and on, the fire flies through my hand, and disappears into the floor as I bow and  touch my hand to the floor again...

I was in delirium...

I wanted to let every muslim I knew what had happened...it got horrible, I kept repeating the same things, at once I expected them to see, without explaining...

These were important things for me to include before I finish the blog....

Sallam alai ekom

The End of The Blog

I've found myself repeating my stories. And making things worse...

The Tale has been told.


This is the End of the Blog.

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http://dadoichzlig.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-dimensions.html

http://dadoichzlig.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-colour-it-is-mothers-wed-which.html

http://dadoichzlig.blogspot.com/2009/01/reich.html

http://dadoichzlig.blogspot.com/2009/02/matishis.html

http://dadoichzlig.blogspot.com/2009/02/israeli-defence-form.html