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BE AWARE OF THE PROBLEMS WITH THE RED ARROWS

To understand what I am talking about in this blog you will need to look at the tenth photograph in the uploaded document linked below:

Kumbh_Mela_2015.298105812.docx

The tenth photo depicting a naked sadhu with a menacing red arrow aimed at his head.

Delta agents get paid copious amounts to attatch red arrows to certain targeted individuals heads.

I have grave fears for this unfortunate sadhu.

The photo was taken in 2015 by cia delta illumanatti agents infiltrating cultures and sub cultures. No doubt they will use THE RED ARROW for their trained clairvoyant cunts to channel nefarious energies towards him.

The symptoms of red arrow poisoning are pretty similar to psychic attack and can include things like agitation, depression, addiction nausea, anxiousness, maddness, delerium etc.

Only a very small percentage of the population are actually endowed with the capacity to percieve the red arrows, people only experience the symptoms.

Are you or your friends or loved ones exhibiting symptoms of red arrow poisoning?

Do you feel as though you have a giant red arrow floating above you pointing down at your head?

Following you down alley ways, down stairs wells, evading your gaze everytime you turn round to see if somethings there.

Poking you in the brains when you try to sleep

And if the red arrows do find you then you become a danger not only to yourself but to everyone around you.

The very same agent who wrote the above article was in north nsw and qld and wa in the 1990s with many other agents putting red arrows all over the place.

They have many other things to, not just red arrows; hydras can be common, succubus's, peter parker spiderman incubus's

In their black budget programs the teach the delta agents to construct astral flight control towers to try and control peoples movements.

Try and draw certain people certain places with subliminal broadcast scripts and anchoring black magic like graffiti.

Back in the nineties the agents were building astral vhs tapes and putting them in the backs of peoples heads with intention to control, walkmans with tape loops paying on some rarely visited or ignored astral plane, or perhaps a note in diary in the draw of a bedside table in the attic of a fairy tale house in a thick forest that you had a dream about once but cant really remember.

Since the covid epidemic I have

percieved the atmosphere to be badly polluted, literaly crawling with these horrific red arrows and many individuals exhibiting disturbing symptoms of extreme poisoning

and very many active agents.

The control virus

According to a certain W.S Burroughs language is a parasitic virus that came from outer space and infected, then reached a kind of symbiosis with human consciousness; structuring and limiting human thought consciousness into circumscribing paradigms.

Parasitic alien mind agents sent us the words

like cruel gods laughing

in monolythic watch towers

intending to keep us captives,

fucked up little experiments

trapped wthin the metaphysical beurocracy

of the Esherish laberynths

of their alien ant farms.

captives in conceptual prisons.

limiting what is possible.

In the beginning was the word

alien controller gods made it in a lab

in outer space somewhere

then came and intentionally

infected humans with it

it was an amusing experiment to them

because they are cruel

and no one should've said anything

just sat there quietly

observing primordial unborn ocean mind

and not even daring to makle a squeak

because with the word

came division and definition and religion

and classification and disagreement and misunderstanding

and war

and the words were useful to the watchers

because they like to eat people

they savoured their rich nutricious tangy meats

before that was just primordial ocean mind

better than word virus

just colours and patterns and feelings and lights

reflected upon the surface of the primordial sea

i stopped communicating many aeons ago

honestly just grunt and snarl

and smell bad and wear the same clothes

less agents and wankers and bimbos

less illumanati psychic torture

anyway just try be aware of the red arrows.

US Electromagnetic Weapons and Human Rights

By Peter Phillips, Lew Brown and Bridget Thornton

And even worse than the red arrows are the hexagonal grey black morphic mercurial bricks that home in on a persons gravity and interlock reality walls around them.

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PLEASE BE AWARE OF

THE ALIENS HIDDEN IN THE WALLS OF THE HEALTH RETREATS

Did you know that as you read this there are extremely wealthy important powerful men fretting away in lavish offices, and their greatest fear in the entire universe is that they're earthly enemies should make contact with extra terrestrials and join forces against the illumanatti cia paradigm controler's who pay their prodigious wages.

They are paid capacious amounts of money and given absolutely anything they want or need in order to keep any kind of rendevous between extra terrestrials and any human beings who are likely to bitch and complain about their earthly oppressors from occuring.

They agonize and deliberate over what could happen if the wrong extra terrestrials should get together with the wrong people.

They're enemies

They have vast resourses at their disposal: army, navy air force personal, specaily trained psychics, radars,

They send out men in black.

They will murder, extort, manipulate, anything to keep the extra terrestrials from contacting the protaliteriate unsupervised by their prying eyes and unseen manipulative multiple hands.

And it seems, from my knowledge at least they have been relatively succsesful.

Now from what I've heard, and I lay no claim to be an expert in this field. -Most of the aliens(at least the ones that you would actualy care to meet, ie not whisk you off to zeta reticuli for a ghastly picnic where they show you off to they're ghoulish 'mates' turn you inside out and slurp down all your internal organs with their grim little slit mouths and then make evil clones of your old body to send off and torment your old friends and relatives with.- They take great amusement in this and you would be surprised at how often they get away with it without anyone really noticing) are quite exhausted with always encountering these meglomaniac arseholes (who rise to positions of influence in our society) and most times would rather not have to appear at all rather than deal with those imperious cia illumanatti arseholes; depending on which particular clan of extra terrestrial being and their own personal taste we are talking about. Of course.

But the

Fucking americans.

and the

Fucking greys.

being what they are.

Fucking blood sucking capitalist vampyres.

Self replicating exponentialy like cancer cells.

Infact many(of the amiable ones) ceased to come here at all a very long time ago because of these exact people ).

But some clans of otherworlders, the ones that the humans refer to as the 'greys' have requested a little more contact with the human society.

The controlers and the greys cut deals, usualy its fourth dimensional knowledge and powers for blood and fresh human meat.

Certain clans of those greys just love swilling blood and slurpinng down on human entrails.

And all the fantasic clones and mutants the greys can make using the fresh dna.-thats how they think.

So the agents round up unfortunate and poor people to be alien food. The basic deal's been going on for thousands of years (at least) some of the actors and costumes and set altars but its the same basic thing.

The rich and powerful making blood sacrifices to grey aliens.

For control.

That's where a lot of those missing persons you see pictures of on the backs of milk cartons end up, old friends you don't see round anymore; probably all chomped up and slurped down by those insaitiable nasty little slit mouths those greys digest human with.

They rarely seem to eat the epidermis, I cant say I know exactly why. They hang the bodies upside down from hooks, drain out the blood into big vats then they just kind of screw the outer skin up and throw it in the corner like the wrapper of a chocolate bar, whilst taking great culinary delight in most of the other organs.

They especaily love the blood.

Like they get high off it or something.

Its pretty revolting to watch.

You can feel their delight.

It's very disturbing

So they set up these exclusive cia illumanatti operated health retreats and hide some of their grey alien 'mates' away in little compartments in the walls of the spas and saunas.

Convienient little crannies for the grey's to scan and observe their patrons minds from, whilst in a relaxed state.

No one wants to create a big stir about aliens landing and in truth they've been coming here for longer than most of the humans but then time is not linear when your a being of the fourth dimension.

And no one wants people to start freaking out.

Things are bad enough already.

So they set up these expensive health retreats and hide their little grey mates in little compartments in the walls and they invite certain guests to come, guests the grey's want to meet, people the agent controlers want the aliens to meet.

The rich and famous, socail influencers, particular incarnations the greys consider important.

They see energy.

The greys reach out with their minds and scan the minds of the visitors with their well developed interdimensional telepathic prescence.

Perhaps lay shards of themselves in certain peoples minds, for fourth dimensional reasons we rarely comprehend.

Or make a telepathic connection.

I'm not going to pretend to know exactly what it is that their doing, their perspective of psychic networking and time is far more vast than mine, what I do know is that people should be aware.

Know that they are there, in the walls of certain health retreats.

Probably other places as well.

Watching peoples minds

laying eggs.

Stealing soul husks.

Psychic networking.

This is just what I am aware of I have no doubt they are many other places as well.

So if you receive some suspicious invitation to an exclusive health retreat just be aware that more likely than not the illumanatti is trying to surrepticiously introduce you to their alien mates and you should probably be extremely cautious.

Particularly be extremely weary of the Queen Bathory franchise of health retreats.

Queen Bathorys exclusive health spa's where the waters run pink with rare secret salts minerals that will nourish your skin and spirit and seep through to your internal organs, and if you immerse yourself for nine hours it could take twelve years off your life.

Everyone around you being replaced with evil clones?

Perhaps you seriously need to consider undertaking some kind of astral butt yoga practice(from a reputable practicioner of course...see previous astral butt yoga post).

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COME DOWN TO BYRON AND CELEBRATE COLON-IZATION WITH SOME EXTREME TWERKING

sorry cant talk..,.,. on secret assignment in buttfest bay teaching the rich and famous astral butt yoga on covert astral bandwidths that not even the best cia and illumanatti agents can decode....anyway looks like were going to get this place recoginzed as one of the major arsehole capitals in the universe with the Byron Bay International Extreme Twerkers for World Peace festival....keep your eyes open. This is going to be gargantuan.

The most powerful powerbutts from across the multiverse all gathered together on the far north eastern nsw coast for a very extraordinary event of extreme twerking.

The mysterious man of mystic muscle manipulations Flex Mentallo (esteemed for turning the pentagon into a circle, he knows about the men from nowhere just in case you've been living under a cone of silence for the like the last twenty years or something and imagine that 'hero of the beach' halo floating up there in the sky above the main beach car park) will be making a very rare public appearance as guest Mc to judge the most powerful booty twerkers, and offer free advice an how to better harness the enigmatic force of a power butt when it flexes its gristle.

Mystical way of the twerking powerbutt warrior worshops will be taking place.

Those alchemical genius's at Byron pizza are, as we go to press devising the ingredients of a delicious secret recipie for a momentous butt lovers pizza and Byron burgers will be serving booty burgers with cute little cracks down the center of the upper buns.

Those bards, wordsmiths and poets at Byron theater company have crafted an exclusive, extreme twerking adaption of Lord of the Rings one, two and three.

They will be performing the adapted rendition in the community center theater over the weekend.

All the south americans are here. And you know how excited they get about their booties.

This is just the beginning of tapping into an extremely lucrative sustainable untapped natural resource.

Ar$ehole$.

Come down to the bay to celebrate COLONization with an extraordinary weekend of extreme twerking.

Just google "Byron Bay buttfest' and down load the app with the twerking emoji.

The twerking emoji will lead you to special events on around town.

An if the illumanatti sellout cia council and those Holloway thugs put up their 'No Twerking' signs just ignore them. We all twerk here. They cant stop us.

THE BIG BUTT

If, as we expect, the festival is a financial success we have some long term plans; to construct Australias first big butt somewhere around main beach which will be 39 times as big as the big pinapple the big prawn and the big bannana combined.

Poets and bards and minstrels will travel from all directions to compose poetry and write more songs about the big butt than the dog on the tucker box.

The drafts are still floating around council but with enough money from multinational conglomerate sponsors and cia agents it looks like we will be able to build an artifical butt so gargantuan that it will cast a momentous shadow over Ballina, probably all the way to Lismore. When the sun goes down the big butt will come to life with zillions of tasteful flourescent l.e.d.s so bright that the majectic neon glow will be observed from western New Zealand.

From certain points within the shire at certain times the big butt will resemble a second moon orbiting the earth Migrating birds and moths will flock to it.

And when the byron film festival comes around the big butt will be serve as a supercolossal screen to feature premier movies, as it will be possible to project two illumanatti cia approved mind control feature presentations onto the gargantuan arse simultaneously, one on each cheek(39 times as big as the big bannana pinaple and prawn combined) so the affluent illumanatti american film people are extremely enthusiastic about the project.

It will light up the whole shire at night so those pesky homeless drunken, drug affected crazy looser locals wont be able to creep out of any bushes and disturb the rich tourists for their loose change while they're trying to have a holiday.

ASTRAL BUTT YOGA

Ive been extremely busy teaching a grueling regime of extreme astral butt yoga classes, getting everyone prepared for the big event. If anyone needs any special astral butt yoga training before the big festival please message me but remember astral butt yoga is not a practice to be undertaken lightly the butt is like a very sensetive yet unoticed antenae for extremely powerful telluric underworld currents and if the nessesary warm ups, mantras and mental visualizations are not performed, if the student is not ready, horrific unspeakable accidents can and do happen.

As a matter of fact at a certain international booty twerking festival I attended recently in small south american town(who's name i cant mention as the accident was a harrowing harbinger of misfortune for the unfortunate village, i hesitate to mention the frightful episode at all) a certain Miss M(we cant mention her name either as the incident was absolutely devastating and a great embarrasement to the family) who was a very powerful and naturaly talented twerker but from what id herd she'd been trying to hone her abilities and save money by learning astral butt yoga from some uncertified unscrupulous teachers. And the south americans get very excited about their booties and their butt festivals and miss M was there wanting the prize money and the trophy and her first step on the booty twerking world circuit but she had not learnt astral butt yoga correctly. She had not performed the proper warm ups or visualizations and mantras .

Did you know when blasted out the sphincter at high velocity the human larger intestine can measure over thirty feet long. And shot into a crowd of exited crazy screaming contorted south americans waving their arms around in horror, at accelerated speed!

They become awkwardly entangled in the entrails of the unfortunate miss M

My word!

What occured on that grim and fateful day was what medical science would classify as an 'anal prolapse into a distressed crowd' but this goes nowhere near describing the execrable abhorance of the most disturbing projectile prolapse ejaculated into a tangled up crowd of alarmed and crazy south Americans i have ever wittnessed (and as a qualified astral butt yoga teacher i have seen a few pretty bad anal prolapses) the poor unfortunate miss M litteraly first emptied her stomach then her intestines and organs all over a very traumatized tangled bloody audience all trying to escape in different directions.

All entwined together by the gizzards of the late MS M. Buckets went around and they scrapped up Miss Ms internal parts as best they could, picking bits of liver and kidney out of each others hair scrapping stomach acid out of their eyes and off their shirts and unraveling intestines from their writhing entwined limbs. They sent it all to the hospital along with her epiderm to try put her back together again but the festival as a disaster, a very bad omen for the town. So bad that I hesitate to write of the event.

And Ms M never was quite the same again, her butt became terribly lumpy, she grew sullen and meloncholy and ceased to communicate.

Any way the whole point of this very unpalatable tale, which i hesitate to mention at all, is that if anything like that were to happen at the first ever Byron Internation Booty Twerking festival it could be devestating for tourism on east coast nsw . And face it a lot of people talk a lot of shit especialy around Byron especialy the south Americans and especaily about astral butt yoga so if you need any lessons before the big event please message me and i will message you the appropriate times and astral frequencies or some other reputable extreme astral butt yoga professional.

It has also come to my attention of late that in this bleak yuga of lies and delusion that there have been some very contriving agents, (sponsored by illumanatti cia family members in the corrupt sold out council, hard at work to undermine the very base fabric of our society), trained in secret spy schools on the gold coast, teaching a completely heinous regime of what they are referring to as 'R-soul archeology'. The children of agents digging up some heinous shit. they are dangerous cia false flagging agents leading a dark and dangerous completely fraudulent and unfounded bogus butt practice where the guilable initiate is likely to be led and then left hopelessly lost up their own sphincter. Not only that, the whole practice seems to be form of psychic cia butt control!

They are sending out trained agents to control and manipulate the hidden antennae in your butts!

So if you are unfortunate enough to encounter anyone claiming to be a teacher of the 'R-soul archeology' agenda know that your butt and its freedom are in extreme danger.

And remember the ancient texts specificly state astral butt yoga is only for the very rich. Poor people do not understand astral butt yoga. The anntennae in their butts dont work properly that is why they are poor. Astral butt yoga practice could result in damage to themselves and those around them. Thats what the ancient texts say: the only way a poor person could become an astral butt yogi is if they happened to have a particularly auspiciuos butt. So dont message for astral butt yoga classes unless you are either very rich or have an auspicious butt.

And remember a power butt is a dangerous weapon, harder to stop than even a bulldozer.

I sensed that there was some massive psychic interference to the astral butt yoga frequencies i was teaching on in last weeks class I think its those C.I.A properties(sponsord by illumanatti crime money) at watagoes beach they got some trained psychics from the american army industrial complex who bought property over there in the nineties near aboriginal power sites : jaming my psychic signals,(perhaps its the big phone tower High force control built up koon yum recently)

...... so if you missed the last important exercise in last weeks class it was: while crouching in bald ucari pose reach up toward the pink floss clouds, the vaprous mist exhaled from the cavernous nostrils of the purple dragon of the eastern dusk with left hand then twist elbow and congeal, transmute it into the moisturizer elixir of the perfect power butt, breathing the energy into the right butt cheek which is simultaneously perky whilst also being pourous like a fancy new sponge.

Massage the elixir moisturizer of the perfect power butt, gift of the eastern dragon, into the receptive right butt cheek with a firm left hand rotating the butt cheek nine times in a desoil direction, and then three times widdershins, simultaneously grabbing the left aceterbulum with right hand pushing down toward the obturator foramen and tensing left cheek to the size of a pea then releasing so that it expands to encompass the entire universe then shrinks the universe back down to the size of a pea once more(it is important than you visualize a miniturized version of the universe as vividly as possible) 39 times in quick succession.

Then finish off with the buddha's butt practice: sitting down upon the earth, your sphinter is a pulsing fountain of wild boiling hot lava exploding up from the center of the earth, up your spine then out the top of your skull as chinese fireworks into the realms of the celestial dragons in the heavens. The left butt cheek is a disgruntled herd of furious war elephants with sub base wolfers on the soles of their feet stampeding, stomping an widdershins circle 93 times around its circumfrence dispelling all distractions and obstructions to butt practice. BOOM BOOM BOOM.

The right butt cheek is raucus out of control carnival of mad drunken dancing saints banging gongs and blowing horns and shouting nonsense: dispelling all ignorance and delusion.

Faster and faster the war elephants stampede and circle!

More rowdy and more drunken and raucus do the chorus of mad dancing saints become until all obstruction ignorance and delusion is disolved.

Then the herd of war elephants and mad drunken saints dissolve and transmute into the 10000 butts of pure compassion.

You are sitting upon the 10,000 butts of pure compassion and bliss and understanding radiating the nectar of love and gratitude deep into the earth. 10,000 sphicters pulsing like invisible oil drills to the core of the earth drawing up lava from the earths core and sending out through the top of the skull as celestial fire works.

Your butt cheeks tingle and glow with joy and compassion.

You become the buddha of 10000 butts.

Everywhere you go you will sit contented upon your 10000 butts everywhere you go you will find prosperity.

Who needs cerebellum slurping wrathful gaurdians of dharma when you've got 10 000 extreme twerking power butts full of war elephants and crazy saints.

booom!

For your own personal safety and those around you PLEASE DO NOT EVEN PONDER CONTEMPLATING THESE PRACTICES UNLESS YOU ARE ENROLLED IN MY ASTRAL BUTT YOGA CLASS.

And remember if you don't keep up to date with your butt yoga fees we have frequencies that can posses your butt within a radius of 10s of thousands of kilometers, demons and malific spirits, direaha, hemroids, prehensile piles: if we want we can liquify all your internal organs and cause them to drip out your butt hole in agonizing dollops until all thats left of you is a deflated epiderm and an acrid puddle.

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THE MYSTICAL BANISHING POWER OF THE TURNIP

In dire times like ours the mystical banishing power of the turnip may prove to be very useful.

if someone is pissing you off and you just want them to leave you alone.

i suggest you try using turnips.

Use your imagination.

gift them turnips

cook them turnip stew

call them a turnip.

throw or shoot turnips at them

(it was both very popular considered to be a very effective deterent in ancient Rome)

the important thing is to get the turnip somewhere between you and your assailant.

turnips marinaded in metholated spirits and dipped in sparkeler dust ignited and catapalted at your assailant can be surprisingly effective way to get someone to leave you alone.

growing turnips in a friends garden will likely end your friendship

Nothing says fuck off leave me alone like a turnip.

Raddishes however are an entirely different kind of tuber

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did they lay their eggs inside you too?

you don't have to answer

i already know that they did

after they force you to breed with them

you develop the telepathic abilities

especaily with the other ones

chosen to incubate their eggs

it seems they have been very busy

like a kind of silent unconscious invasion

how long is this whole process going to take anyway

and will it be like gremlins

when you feed them after midnight

i've heard rumours that the newborn devour their hosts

upon birth

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THE WEEDS ON THE PATH

when everything is extremely wrong and dystopian and fucked up

and the party at the end of the world is disintergrating

in a very devasting and cataclysmic sort of way

rapidly mutating into a grim unpropitious nightmare

a great entroppic schism

nothing will ever be the same again

and everything is kind of beyond agitating

a terrible all pervading anxiousness

escalating through the collective nervous sysyem

the last thing one wants to do is go out and

get addicted to drugs or alchohol

which is the natural inclination for the many

who want to block out the dystopia

who can feel their part of this giant thing that is falling apart

unravelling

you think your going to need a strong drink or something

just to deal with it all

on the walk to the bottle shop

or to go score or what ever

your thinking about the illumanatti problem

......either your working for them

or busy buying their drugs

,,,,,,addiction is control

and creates repetitive behavoural patterns

backs one into corners

and can slow one down in bardo

create a distracting gravity

in death as it does in life

which perhaps one can get away with

if they have lived an impeccable life

but if everything is kind of wrong and fucked up

and your kind of wretched

you probably have to be careful

,,,,,,,or your being manipulated by them

their subliminal mind control media

that passes for entertainment and news

and agents like warlock monks

controling the earth luck

and pisssing off heaven

and they're like a multi headed hydra

so that if you manage to chop off one of their heads

while your celebrating your victory

another slithers up behind

nuzzling between your neck and shoulder

whispering sweet bullshit into your ears

while still another comes up in front of you in disguise

with an offer you cant refuse

and still another that you dont even notice

performs a psychic labotomy

and there

is the west african tulip tree

spathodes campanulata

standing imperiously over you

a grim and terrible invasive menace

clutching within its intimidating twisted apendages

a veritable arsenal of seductive death blossoms

to murder helpless hypnotized spellbound

native stingless bees,

in their zillions,

and its seeds can be ground into poison

it posseses leaves and skin

which when brewed can be serene and thereputic

and not murderous death blossoms at all

to insensetive homnid mammalian boneheads

though rubbing the sap intos ones eyes

is never recomended

and the everpresent singapore daisy

spagneticola trilobata

is taking over the fucking sidewalk again

invading yellow head Huns

sending out their advance guard

of ruthless runners

that devour and strangle everything in their path.

...native groundcovers

they have migrated between asia and the america's for longer than anyone can remember

and ferns suffer dreadfuly

monstorously strangled by their infernal rhizomious appendages

and gardeners are continualy wrestling with its many extensive protrubences

but it

,,,,,can be an unheard creeping jingle

that bounces one up from the damp dark

to get a little perspective

if one listens

and contains no compound toxic to

boneheads

no matter how much they try fit into

those grim and depraved hungry ghost, slit like orifaces

that they always seem to be suckling

and fattening themselves through

it will just not seem to damage them.

or those prolific macacranga tanaris

with their gargantuan hearts and varicose veins,

but perhaps we should leave the natives alone........

...

the tecomaria capensis

the cape honey suckles

that induce the south africans to sleep

but i find kind of trippy and stoner

And there all just there

sensing you on your way

on your way to go score

whispering amongst themselves

in strange vibratory comunications

and blossoming their seductive sepals

gyrating

their scented corrollas

like strange new spring lingere

thinly veiling efflorescent erongenous enticing gynoeciums

and thrusting prodigous androeciums into the wind.

...........and all that fucking clematis and willow and bugle weeds i had to

i had to trample

on the way to the chemist

to get something for this splitting headache

from partying too hard last night

but any way

I invented this recipie for depression anxienty

to help with addictions out of weeds on the path.

Kind of trippy at first and then relaxing the next day.

the ingredients were.

singapore daisy sphagneticola trilobata: lots and lots and lots and lots

(this very good easy to find medicine for health and anxiety and addiction and depression. No toxins)

moring glory impoea purpurea flowers lots and lots

tecomaria capensis lots and lots

erynthina mountain immortalle Erythnina poeppigiana: almost lots

(you could probably substitute crista galli but I like mountain immortalle better. Erynthina very good for relaxing central nervous system will be relaxed next day but can be kind of jinxy and psychic)

erynthina crista galli

acacia sophorea leaves: lots

(do they contain cynanide glysodes? hydrogen cyanide?)

macaranga tanaris lots and lots

{good medicine for digestion and anti oxident}

yesterday today tomorrow Brunsfesia Australis+ a few flowers

for all pretty people:

purple was yesterday

pink is today

white for tomorrow,

after that:

drop off

shrivel up turn brown

rot and disintergrate into dirt

or blow away and disintergrate in wind

depending on weather,

kiss me quickly

because life is impermanent

and everything fades

and rots and disintergrates

so quickly

{this plant contains both deadly toxins and narcotic deleriants}

corkwood. Duboisia myoporoides++ few flowers or couple of unformed leaves

{they make travel sickness tablets and medicine for stomach ulcers out of this, extracting the hyoscine and scopolomine. Hyoscine hydrobromide blocks sensors and signals to the brain to prevent vomiting (so the good thing about adding corkwood is you know your not going to throw up) and when the industry first started all the workers went insane with delerium from inhaling the saw dust. Experiencing hallucinations interacting and communicating with beings and objects which no one else could perceive. I think that they mostly returned to normal after about a week}

+ A recipie for anxiety can turn into a recipie for disaster if one adds to many brunfelsia flowers(it takes a lot) and starts with frothing at the mouth and eyes roll back in head and chokes miserably asphyxiating on own froth. Also identifying different species of brunfelsia is very challenging,

++or if one adds to much cork wood they could potentialy enter a state of delerium and become a danger to not only themselves but everyone around them.

And one could quite happily skip these two ingredients entirely.

There are lots of others, I may have noticed if I took a different route.

And perhaps I should have gone another way.

the eleocarpus grandis or is it really a fig and did they change the name

eleocarpus angustifolius, eleocarpus ganitris, rudraksha

just call it blue marbles then

probably the same guy{is it shiva again} just traveling around and adapting to its enviroment

full of alkaloids to twang your opiate receptors

and i dont think there's anthing toxic in there

although you cant let cats or dogs eat the fruits

but then dogs cant even eat chocolate

because the theobromine over stimulates them

A lot of people compare the seeds and tree to the rudraksha trees that are so revered in India

eleaocarpus ganitris

A.I

"An exception is the taxon E. grandis, although it cannot reliably be told apart from the E. angustifolius and was considered the same species by the last Elaeocarpus expert taxonomist,[11] it remains recognised in parts of Australia: plants in Queensland and New South Wales are considered E. grandis, those found growing elsewhere are E. angustifolius.[6][14] A 2013 PhD thesis by Yumiko Baba which compared a number of genetic sequences of different taxa found that E. grandis was indistinguishable from E. angustifolius in most studied sequences, but that in one sequence with more variety, her two E. grandis samples (one from Hawaii as E. sphaericus) were found to be within the diversity of E. angustifolius, with the two samples in fact more divergent from each other than from other samples within the E. angustifolius synonymy.[15]"

And i really don't care much for classification and aristolian divisions or about Linneas or about DNA sequences.

all i really wanted to know was if it was going to make me stoned.

and not froth at the mouth.

A.I

''' Often called the "King of Herbal Medicine," it is used to manage mental health issues (stress, depression, insomnia) and physical ailments like high blood pressure, asthma, and nerve pain. Studies show its fruits have sedative and hypnotic effects

the leaves are used as general tonic"''

And yes both Elaeocarpus Grandis and Elaeocarpus Reticulatus have leaves which could find a place in herbal medicine for their calming sedative affects.

Use for addictions, insomnia, depression, anxiety, pms.

If someone is about to turn on you, raving on, wants to strangle you honestly this would be a very useful herb for you.

Boil big pot of leaves down and get them to drink it.

And if that doesnt work throw in a big pot of kanooka leaves. (which i see is invading supermarket car park edges with a lot of street plantings at present)

kanooka them!

They will tune into the cerulean blue frequency of the reality spectrum and become more relaxed less agitated.

Like a satin bower bird.

Less likely to strangle you or rave on at you and send you insane.

Good with red cedar leaves and African tulip leaves.

And do the eleocarpus figs sense me and try to classify what sort of human I am as i pass?

They most probably do.

I think I feel them

feeling me

but probably not in Linnaes sort of way

rather, apprieciating karmic energy imprints

and sensing where I've been

but maybe its all just in my imagination

the image in action.

TOONA CILATA

the toona cilata or red cedar

which was so sought after by wood workers in north nsw

in a country taken over by red neck masons

who sell out to the cia

all they do is chop down everything and build and sell

ultimately to the vogons

and no one remembers or learns anything

cause their too busy getting paid to fuck shit up

A big part of the history of north nsw seems to involve white people coming up here from Sydney and getting the local indigenous population to show them the toona cilata groves in exchange for rum.

It was worth so much money for cabinet making it was refered to as red gold.

This all progressed for as it did for while with the whites getting richer, bullock tracks going through the forests, the cedars disapearing and the indigenous people getting drunker, until there was a fight at a tweed saw mill.

Perhaps it was over the cedars, perhaps it was over the rum, perhaps it was over a woman, most probably it was started by a man.

No one really knows, but a couple of workers were speared to death at the mill and then all the colonists got scared and formed a big posse and chased many people down the coast to goanna headland at evans head where a boat pulled up from the sea and they were surrounded and shot

Another mob fled to Boogerum falls and were apparently chased off the cliffs there.

the leaves and wood posses analgesic anti cancer anti malarial properties and lower blood sugars.

The leaves are edible usualy cooked.

the bark will help with diahreah and digestion, reduce excessive menstral blood, dry powdered bark sprinkled onto wounds helps them heal, I think it coagulates blood but its not very anti septic.

the flowers promote blood flow

but you don't want to confuse red cedar with white cedar melia azedarach which is entirely toxic.

And could be potentialy leathal.

And if you want to make poison grinding the seeds and ingesting them or any other part of melia azedarach would be a sickly nauseas way to die.

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[raggascormous]

everyone is retarded

its no wonder they want to blow this place up

honestly i just wish i could explode and take you all out myself

especaily this new generation of vaccinated cell phone operated consciousness carriers

but if you cant physicaly bring yourself to physicaly combust,

which can be a challenge

you can always self immolate

nothing quite makes the point like self immolation

you've pissed me off to point where i just cant take it anymore

you've made existence so completely unbareable

everything so fucking hopeless

you've left me no choice

Im just going to go out to some public place

douse myself with petrol and burn to death in front of you all

im no expert on self immolating

but i would want at least twenty liters

of unleaded ethanol injected high octane fuel

you don't want to be sitting there half cooked and smouldering

on the side walk

emitting unnessary carbon and heavy metals into the atmosphere

with everyone freaking out

to the smell of burnt hair and crackling half roasted flesh,

ringing up ambulences and the fire brigade on their cell phones and trying to put you out

so you're probably going to need at least(depending on your size) a twenty liter gerry can

and a trip to the servo

probably end up costing you fifty or sixty bucks

is it auspicious to go with pyrotechnics?

do you have access to fire works?

one could scrape the ends off sparkelers

and fill your pockets with minerals like copper and magnesium and sulphur

which can add a very tasteful aesthetic colour to the flames

a product containing a mixture of these and other minerals called magic fire dust

can be purchased quite reasonably

from many discount, variety and and third world stocked

slave labour stores

marine and search flares are pretty readily available

though they can be a little expensive

but they do shoot a nice big bright orb a long way,

if your not familure with the place

you might want to scope the area out a little,

make sure there's not some fire extinguisher

hanging on the wall around the corner

Do you want to post the event to social media?

if you do, your probably going to need a phone stand

or an accomplice to hold your cell phone

I would probably go to some place connected to ones who made it nessesary for to me self immolate in the first place

do i want to self immolate next to something flamable

and take out a bunch of them with me?

the viking in me says yes of course

that's the whole point

the buddhist says no

it will result in unfortunate samaric kamaric connections

now I m not preaching morals or anything

its just another thing you've got to consider

if you've decided to self immolate

and once you've found the place

auspicious timing and mood

are also important dimensions to consider if

you going to die

I would probably want to drop at least half a tab

meditate for a while

try and reach some kind of relaxed state of pure awareness

awareness of the central channel

trying to project myself from the top of my head

surrounded by wrathful black burning two armed mahakala

when ready i would roll a fat scoob

hopefully with hash or even dabs

probably half smoke it

then tip the gerry can of fuel over me

and relight the joint.......

Having said this in no way am I encouraging anyone to go out and torch themselves. It is just a matter of conjecture and imagination of what one would do, how one would think had they decided to self immolate. I don't even know anyone who has self immolated and hope that I am not being in sensitive to anyone who has.

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capitalism creates a society of neurotic control freaks

wretches reborn into wealth with bad karma

and neurosis

probably even worse than the grandiose imperialists

because the capitalist neurotic controllers have generally had to manipulate lie and perform unethical acts towards others in order to get ahead

Compramise both themselves and their ethics in order to get ahead in the capitalist samsara-ian labrynth

you cant take it with you,

but you get born back into it

.......for thousands of years

fuck this sold out haunted accursed waste land

i been here way too long

all the qualities that used to agitate me

are now completely intolerable

the merry go round is running off its hinges

and not very merry

everything is infiltrated by agents

poisoned by the capitalist illumanatti mind control paradigm

control virus

and their driving around with the revolution is love stickers

like orwellian double speak

but i just look forward to tearing your intestines out

and ramming them down your throat

when our current paradigm of non violence and political correctness disintergrates

and my health improves a bit

not much else to look forward to

anymore

and we all need hope

especaily in times like these

and goals

something to strive for

but its probably going to be quite a wait

i shall have to devise a cunning plan

and sew a shrewd disguise

has the cia started a cloning factory in south america or something

sending them over to eastern australia

to round up some alien food

prep the samsara-ian lemmings for war and fascism

and the mind controled watched one culture world government

mobile phone operated plasmic cyborgs

doing disturbing shit i cant quite figure out

across pizo electric, samsarian, alien circuit board- bio electric metropolis street loop traps

like sleeping subterranian dragons having science fiction nightmare's

of a dystopian future which could never be possibly come true

escorted to subservience by the terrible and relentless march

of the grey oblong headed, multi -square eyed monolithic

gods of the watch towers

seeing too far in too many directions

dimensions

everything under their juristriction

one world, watched, controled by hungry ghost capitalist culture

gator and the south american crew of cia lizards

and their jimmies coffee stands

the new dickhead watchers on the block

on the council pay roll

their fucking illumanatti temple Raes

sponsored by the meth selling, human trafficking, mind control

not like the original custodians

they dcnt get paid

they dont get land

they just get harassed by agents

i feel like i seen some of the last of the mighty Doorungbul people

pass through the stolen sold out streets like drunken bums

homeless in their own country

without even barely a place to camp

not so much the last of them

but things are changing and culture is changing

spirits are changing

chased out of their places by the real estate masonic cia network

that white people don't seem to notice

because they've been working for them,

manipulated by them for thousands of years

the illumanatti capitalist control agenda

and the business of keeping the grinding mills of samsara

rolling

they watch and manipulate and control from their rare earth watch towers

protected by captitalism and hungry ghosts

the competitive evolution of war versus psychic evolution of observance and empathy

culture people assulted and murdered by paid thugs

because they interfere with the agenda

they get away with fabricating history

and everyone gets tired

they take all the land haunt and curse it

and not even a cultural center to learn the old stories acknowledge the ancestors

everything is intolerable

you are all my enemies

obstructions to the path

and if the path must be littered with garlands of entrails and offerings of decapitated corpses

then so be it

its hard getting to the check out at the supermarket

with cia sponsored illumanatti gentrification

no one really listens or learns

theres no point in communicating now

it just makes things worse

its too late for that thanks for not understanding

the real estate is not real

the trolls are

i don't know exactly what they did to piss aunty off so bad

but it must have been pretty wretched

that invisible network of masonic cia capitalists between the real estate and council and cia and police

are worse than ever now

they watch and infiltrate

they have psychics and plans

that reach thousands of years into the future

they keep records and watch families

illumanatti psychic world police

are watching and active

I''ll concede your money will buy you a lot of agents

and all the bullshit is quite suffocating

confusing

and the agents wear you down after a while

(agents being psychicly gifted individuals picked from schools and the army and other public services

trained up with the latest tech and knowledge

and paid to push the agenda)

and if they don't get you the ego tripping lunkheads who they manipulate do

...........pretty much mostly everyone else

its extremely hard to escape

pandemic psychic mind control virus

the apocalyptic dance of the mystical power butt warriors of doom

to fruity cia approved techno made in laboritories

that makes me want to vomit

a radio active tsunami

of melting body parts

is in full swing now

a galactic convergence

i stopped trusting a lot of electronic trance

when that cia mind control sound system

came down from wategoes

like a virus

you are

all my enemies and when the time comes around

i have devised individual tortures

especaily for each of you

a pox and a curse on their sell out south american shamans

may their villages be engulfed in flames

may their sisters and daughters and wives be kidnapped and sold into slavery by cia agents

may their sons and brothers and fathers be murdered by ranchers and real estate agents

for being cia sell outs

but maybe they have no choice

they have a way of surrounding you

manipulating and fucking with you from different angles simultaneously

and you dont even know what is they're doing

cause they've got these powerful psychics

and they're thinking five years in the future

at least

this is the war

now

just like you all wanted

cia destabilized society manipulated into the war

for one world government

the uniforms are coming out now

the grey aliens are licking their lips

you've left me no choice

I've honestly been as patient as i can

I am just going to have to turn into a werewolf now

it was always inevitable

I suppose

i tried to fight it

block it out

extremely very fucking unfortunate

but inevitable

in that it always ends up like this

and everything becomes inevitable

in retrospect

the time for communication is over

and i really wish i never said anything at all

anyway

communication with barely conscious

remote control illumanatti retards gets extremely frustrating

(like that scene in the movie 'they live we sleep' when the protagonist tries to make his friend wear the sun glasses that let you see how things really are)

But honestly in the end i wish i never even made a squeak just hid there waiting like an invisible wolf

not even panting

shadow eyes

watching patiently for when the appropriate time comes

when this bullshit is over

i can pounce at the throat

and claw the gore

that is inside you

and makes you work.

All those heady aromas

and pretty pretty vibrant colours and shapes

that you hog

hidden inside your skin bag

......look so effusive when i split you open

and arrange them

in purposeful patterns on the side walk

before gorging myself on

your precious delicious gristley gibblets.

....chewy, nooddley tubes unraveling,

torn out

from the saporous smorgasboard

of your pulsing gizzards,

with my chomping gnashers.

All in a deliberate, perplexing order

Quaffing my frenzied gluttinous indulgence,

upon your voluptuous inebriating jellies,

i almost gag chugging through the blubberish souffle's

that keep your rich meats

so palatable and tender.

,,,,,,,an organ becomes wedged in my throat

i think it was your gnawed heart

impaled,

palpatating upon one of your splintered

drumstick bones

that somehow

speared itself into my oesophogus

at fataly unfortunate angles.

in my voracious little picnic

My already bloated cheeks engourge themselves

beyond capacity

with your tangy curds and viscous pattes

faster than my blocked throat can swallow

my eyes bugg out

as i gasp through your suffocating lards for air

this will surely be a fitting end for me

i anguish for a frightful elongated instant

someone will come and find me

shrunk back to human form

lying in a sad sticky pool of your lumpy gruel

with one of your drumstick bones piked out my throat

and it will look very bad indeed

..............but finaly something snaps

i think it was your drumstick

my throat uncloggs .......

and the river of carnage flows once more...

Your left eye ball i plop into a jar of scented oil

because i still feel you watching

the other pops in my mouth

like a fat juicy salted rambutan

as i suck it out from your skull.

Crepuscular cracking between my chumbling shnozzle

and your neurocranium

fills my consciousness.

quite astoundingly

with a neurotic flash of thunder and lightning,

then a kind of dumb void

as your spammy brain dressings

ooze down my gulping gullet

a spiritous pungent broth.

i feel my consciousness acuten and expand

simultaneously

you must've been very nutricious

if i was an euntreprenuer and not a werewolf

i would consider making miniture clones of you,

shrinking you down and dehydrating you

and putting you it packets with the words SUPER FOOD

printed on the side

but a unfortunately werewolf is not a health food euntreprenuer

so i savour

your entrancing vermilion marinades,

your viscous soupy fluids as they

drool out my jaws

and congeal my fur into gorey clumps.

I wear your pigments and scents with a possesed pride

and elation

Everything is so much better this way

no more clogging up my poor listening gills,

reverberating my crumbly thought cave

no more making my squirmy brains

unravel and itch

with your echoey bullshit mind speak

I will burry your little half gnawed obscure morsels

in secret special places

to go to earth and fortify your intoxicating aromas

but sorrowfuly i know your colours will be faded

when i dig you up once more

when your debri bekon me to retrieve them.

unfortunately lycanthropy is not something one can control

not something one can summon up when the situation calls for it

rather it just over comes one

posseses them

like the weather or emotions or strong drugs

usually on the most unfortunate and embarrasing of occasions

the full moons have always tradionaly been a problem

and crowded places must be avoided